|September 2004 / Volume Five / Issue Four|
|K. C. Ruttan|
|So I poured myself another glass of scotch.
She hadnít called me
busy working girl.
I still wanted to fall in love with her.
but she wouldnít like that.
I had cum earlier
to a picture of
a young blonde.
She had a little tummy.
She had a look about her
a certain expression on her face.
I hate it when they try to look sexy
I hate it when they try to look angry
Like it was her loving boyfriend.
It was the look
of a real girl.
I came to that.
watched some TV.
thought about how much
my ex liked taking baths with me,
having foamy coffee drinks.
Thought about eating cheese and crackers
with a best friend I donít talk to anymore.
Tried to call my ex.
took a nap.
thinks I should
take more advantage of my days off.
thinks I should
go for a hike in the mountains.
take some photographs.
lie in the sun and get some color.
tells me that I am pasty
always asks me what I did on my day off
always have the wrong answer.
called me while I was writing.
talked about work.
About other people having it worse.
about abstinence leading to personal growth.
tried to talk her out of it.
think I might have halitosis
from alcohol cigarettes and food.
think that Fresh Burst Listerine burns a lot.
just want her to want to kiss me.
Reviewing my day:
pet the dog,
scrubbed the tub,
bought toilet paper,
wanted the phone to ring,
didnít leave a message for my ex,
reheated tuna noodle casserole,
cheese and crackers,
bought work shoes on the internet,
took a shower,
popped a zit,
listened to Primus,
talked to her before she went to bed,
wrote some shit down.
cheese and crackers
So I poured myself another glass of scotch.