and some homemade garlic sauce
but no meat for the
princess's sensitive stomach
"I'm full," she said
"No, you are not," said mother. "Eat up. Finish
everything from your plate
and trust me, it's been calculated. It's
the right amount. Now eat up."
Father agreed. Being a step-father he
didn't have much of a say in this
matter or any other
It took the princess another twenty
minutes to finish the
food from her plate
and then stood
and went to the bathroom but
it wouldn't be that simple. Mother had to go in
And she did
and both of them came out and
the princess went to her
and mother started cleaning the table
always just one step away from
bursting into tears
which gave her new husband some work
with emotional support and all
A princess doesn't steal
but this was a desperate princess
she locked the door to her room
and pulled out from under her
roll of plastic bags
sat on the bed leaning forward
elbows on knees
face before the bag
and she didn't even have to
put the fingers in her mouth
the vomit just came
every bit of mashed potatoes
and poached eggs and every pea
and the homemade garlic sauce
She tied the bag
it felt very warm in her hands
placed it under her bed
got her phone and sent a text
in twenty-something minutes
he was under her window
and she threw him the bag of vomit
and he walked away with it
carried it to a trash bin far from her home
He was such a sweet guy for
doing all this for her
He was her prince
Except he still kept his frog form
even after all the kisses and blowjobs
when you're desperate...
there's plenty of cutesy names to
call one's children
but his was 'unlovable trash'
He remembered it from the time he was in the crib
They held him there
for longer than most parents
held their kids in cribs. Though only dad
called him so
because he constantly claimed he wasn't his
he had the wrong skin tone
was too pale
with curly orange hair
but mom always pretended she didn't
she would act as if they were never uttered
and growing up
unlovable trash was a good thing
thought it was how you show love to your loved
"Mom, you’re unlovable trash."
she was so happy to hear it
she burst into tears and went into the
kitchen and uncorked a bottle of wine
and drank it all by herself. What an
unlovable trash she was
by the time he could pronounce the lovely
father was no longer in his life
but father too
was an unlovable trash
he could count the major events
in his life on a
mangled hand's fingers
But this was one of them. The day she took him
So that's what girlfriends are for.
But he didn't like the church
didn't like the songs
didn't like the preacher and the preaching
the man spoke of hell. But he
shit about hell. No baby, hell's not a place
where you go,
it's a place where you stay. Namely, a body
and a mind that has no
no drive towards improvement
no desire to get out and connect with the world
no love to share
no stories to tell or disposition to listen
no reasons to live or carry on
In other words, me, motherfucker. I am hell.
He broke up with
his girlfriend the next day. Her crying didn't
Some daughters love their fathers
a bit too much
and their mothers not enough
This father was a cop,
the type that deals with the nasty cases
and he often came home drunk.
Alcohol did help, he said
and drank some more on the couch
and sometimes drank until he passed out
she was thirteen, his daughter
and would constantly nag
him with questions
about work. He didn't wanna talk about work,
about the gruesome details of
it and all that, but edgy teenagers will be
and he kept drinking and eventually
passed out on his side
She was excited
took his gun from the holster
and started studying it with passion
turning it on all sides, smelling it,
holding it close
to the face
the bullet got her lower jaw
it was a bloody mess
and she was in pain and gagging on blood
and shards of bone and teeth
to call for help right now
would be wrong.
The whole world would accuse daddy
and he had no fault. And mommy would
reopen the case and
have no problem gaining custody of her
Fuck! This was bad!
This was so bad!
And it was getting worse,
she felt it. Felt close to fainting. Father was still
on the couch. Passed out drunk.
She had to take matters into
her own hands. Shambled
into the kitchen
and grabbed the cutting board from
and dipped a finger in her bloody mouth
and wrote with it on the cutting board
(with a single 'N')
She went outside holding the cutting board
and knocked on
the neighbor's door.
but that handle was made for his hand
hand - handle
handle - hand
the fingers would close
around it to never let go
It had to have flesh around it
at all times
But the blade...
the blade was still naked. He couldn't let
the blade naked
It wasn't fair
"So that's why you stabbed your
mommy then?" the psychiatrist asked him.
"Yes," he said.
"The knife is more important
to you than mommy?"
"The knife listens. Mommy doesn't."
This girl smoked 14 cigarettes in
a span of one and a half hours
"Yeah, but they're slim," she says
"But they're still fourteen."
"Yeah, but so am I," she says.
"But... you look at least eighteen..."
"I know. Smoking helps, doesn't it?"
"Say, you wanna go to sum' club right now?"
"Oh, sorry but, it's Saturday and... You know, there's
church tomorrow morning. I've to be up.
How about you come with me though? And
Lit another cigarette.
the thing before the thing before the thing
because it’s nice to be young
because it’s nice to be in your
early to mid twenties
and it’s nice to do the thing
after you’ve done the thing
the thing that comes after you’ve
thing is always
but the thing that leads to the thing is
this night it was white powder
they shared it neatly
between each other
and then climbed into bed
“Christ,” he said. “I still can’t believe you
sucked dick for this shit. And
a carload of it. What was it, like
four, five guys?”
“Oh, shut your hole, you pauper-ass.
If you had a job like a decent motherfucker
I wouldn’t have to do that shit, you know?”
“Shit, baby, don’t make this
trip worse than it is.”
“You started it.”
“Whatever, let’s just get to the next thing
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When you see someone for long
get used to them
and then you start noticing
patterns in their behavior
he was their
weird guy in his late thirties
always wearing dark suits, a bit oversized
He sat at his desk and watched the
and the students
Why does he always do that?
they eventually asked.
Why does he always tap his foot when
talking to some girl
but never when he talks to boys?
He would appoint a female student to present her
homework or some
and stand her up
and while she spoke he would stare at her
and tap his foot
and the tapping would begin light
and would grow in intensity
went his foot
as the girls talked
"I heard he's divorced," said one of the students.
"Yep," said another. "He is. Has a kid as well."
"I heard he's also got a brother in prison
for rape or some shit."
and a few weeks later
they were talking about books
related to prison life
and someone said, "You know how
prisoners jack off in full view of guards and
the female prison nurses without getting caught?"
nobody asked how but he went to
say it anyway and he said "They wrap a
string around their penis
and tie the other end to the big
toe of one foot.
All beneath the pants. Nothing shown.
And when the female is close
and move that foot and the string does