From Savage Spear of the Unicorn
She texted me back. Didn’t want to go to work this morning. Wanted to spend those hours telling her: come back. I’ll quit. We’ll travel the world with the money left after bespoke surgery to graft your golden asshole to my mouth. Cut off my nuts for your coin purse. My cock for your toe ring. Come back to me come back to me. The phone dings and I jump for it like pushing my baby out from in front of a bus and it’s someone else.
Stop not talking to me. I want to mail you the book. The girl looks like you. Because when it was gonna turn into a “real book–” when I wrote a plot instead of normal shit like this, I was scared. I said I might throw this away. You said it was good, keep going. Who else would do this. All women are garbage, except you.
Now I fucked up and prayed. God please remove my obsession. He answered. I feel nothing. No sadness but no hope either. Ready for work. Drive in and park and walk and stand in the elevator. Punch in on ADP and make my coffee and sit. Waiting a long time for nothing good to happen again.
I wish someone loved me the way you loved her