I listen to drunk man number 207
tell Brian
he is a) worthless,
b) a cocksucker,
c) gonna be sorry--
I am shaking and forming venom in my mouth.
When Brian goes back inside I simply ask
why he doesn't just go
home.
His reasons are slurred and I start to get
angry, heated, the lock for the patio shaking
in my suddenly feminine hands.
Brian returns, tells him
"leave her alone"
and the doorman holds the door, which is heavier than
before,
open for me.

07/29/2008

Posted on 07/29/2008
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