11.17.15

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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.

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Written in Hawaii. 8:31 at night, local.