Relentless, that’s the thing.
When your level of obnoxiousness
beats like waves against my skull
I need a moment. A pause, that’s all.
Some brief reprieve from the universe,
almost Velcro, a slow and loud detachment
always with the possibility of return,
if the time is right,
if it feels right.
So it goes:
I’m a creature of instinct, the first of
my kind. And I know I’m never
snooping around your neighborhood
again. That advanced gorilla, whom
you call a husband, has destroyed my
self worth and ambition. Tell him to
say sorry. Read it off a piece of paper,
have someone transmit it into his earpiece, I
care not. But those dirty looks he gives me tear
my spirit limb from limb,
and I cannot take it anymore.
Written in Hawaii. 8:31 at night, local.