All Sales Final
I sat here. I am sitting here and I think: what does he want?
#1. I know it’s not me, so that can be let go of.
#2. I know it’s not me, so I can take the knives out.
#3. I know it’s not me, so I can continue giving up.
If I was her maybe, or maybe if I cleaned up my act; wore dresses, crossed my legs, sat at a booth instead of the bar.
Made the boys laugh less.
Spoke when speakin to.
Danced when asked not alone on an empty floor, eyes closed.
Waited. Watched. Withering.
Nobody likes a circus in a person. Nobody wants the me that I am. This is a given. I need a cage with a sign that tells everyone exactly what they are getting.
A written guarantee. No surprises. All sales final.
Therefore, my definitive answer to this question is; I only know what he doesn’t want.
And I know exactly where he can get it.
xTx lives in California. Her work has been published in elimae, PANK, SmokeLong, Dogzplot and many other fine places.
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