electric invisible
the bitch left her umbrella
here again. I think she does it
on purpose. to annoy me.
I have to get rid of her.
the accent and the fragrance.
warmth, closeness
smothering me.
next time I’ll tell her.
I’ll tell her to leave.
take her nasty body and
her nasty brain
and leave me be. nasty cunt. nasty drippings.
rain soaked forehead
the city in august
four square blocks.
a walk. silence.
row homes. parking meters.
one way alley.
so many more
out there better than her.
in a bar. in a library.
in the diner.
turkey and swiss.
vegetable soup.
they’re better than her.
I just can’t find them.
but I’ll still
tell her to go.
she’s not real
anyway.
