The Safest Bet You Ever Made

god, grant me the strength: to sincerely yell back when my husband tells me to suck someone else's dick. I have a dream, or had one, the other night:

I was getting chased by the cops, had to get my stomach pumped full of a quarter ounce of rocks. Late afternoon, po-po's waiting for me outside of the Kaiser Permanente emergency room, with glocks, ready to Rodney King me to death. Somehow I managed to make my escape through the back of the cafeteria by the vending machine department quickly. Found myself running through the Friendship Apartments complex, over there by the railroad tracks, around the corner from the People's Continuation High School, somewhere back behind Je'Nai's Liquor.

Let's end it here.

Cranky? Doesn't even begin to cover it because all I want is:

Lucille's Stateside lobster bisque
three days of no work
a nut, maybe more

But instead my help is mani'ing/pedi'ing or jerking/toking their ways to happiness and, in all honesty, I could never say no to gainful employment, its a weakness, to a fault, born of a fear of having to go back to the days of illegitimate employment, which I have never known, except in my wildest imaginings. And the duality that exists in me, of eroticism and utility, is only just a motherfucking tease; all because of a little blood. And you want to know the depth of my shallowness, my favorite hostile reader? I didn't get so much as a push thank you note. But all's well that ends well and no harm no foul and such a couple more.

You aren't the only thing that makes me want to live at all. But if you let me crawl inside you, I would never ever leave.

Who feeds me?

The Proven Pelvis

It’s important to me
That I spend a part
Of the next few hours here
Alone with you in the darkness.

You and I
Will never be this close again.

Again you signal
Your impatience.

Time to get your daddy.