The shower was broken. The wiring in the bathroom was all messed up. The
laundry room too. I called the electrician.
He was serious, an engineer, but when the music came
on he turned into a performance actress.
The situation started getting weird. He tried to say
something that would uncover the feeling of Annihilation: “In half an hour
there will be light”.
I came back and lit a cigarette. I took off my briefs,
covered up my genitals and put on lace panties.
He wanted to be another person, but there was no way!
He was hemmed in by his own frame! Awful!
The neighbors complained, but I put on some Bjork,
real loud.
I don’t know if that’s too big a deal.
I was really scared of him. His blue uniform – an
electrician thing, sort of policeman-like.
I don’t know much about theology. I wanted to talk
about what was happening, but he just kept singing real loud, at the same
volume as the music.
To a Catholic that would be heresy (He was
terrifying!)
Because he wanted to be another person, more blue.
His cigarette breath, like Derby Reds, made me all
wet.
He could at least be her cousin or half-sister.
My imaginary pussy overflowed, making a fountain whose
spout was my dick.
In more revealing everyday way, he squeezed my arm,
calling me dude, homeboy. I’d never felt my womanhood so offended!
The birthday party was part of that ritual.
I’m practically Bjork’s cousin, half-sister.
It’s all about how you look at
it. I hate women who do
double penetrations. I can picture it. My imaginary pussy doesn’t hold real
penises. “He’s definitely sort of gross, kind of bluish.”
Music influences people’s lives, did you know that?
But that was another story. He hadn’t realized!
A bakery still-life is a beautiful breakfast.
A policeman has snuck into this tenement housing. It’s
sort of a publicity thing.
I think he found out about not being able to speak… He
just sang.
Talk of Annihilation!
The leak still hasn’t been fixed and he’s going to be
your lover.
During the day ___ was annihilated. So she was
arrested and didn’t fuck the policeman.
At night, ___ was annihilated. Have you ever been harassed
by a policeman?
Did you get over defining the pronoun?
Already?
And if the twin towers were horizontal?
It’s not true!
It’s not true!
It’s just a game. (shh!)
Good thing the guy had time to come. He was putting
his dick back into his pants, when the cops interrupted the act.
After talking for two minutes he was totally naked.
That was when we realized they’d already sung “Happy Birthday”. We hadn’t heard
a thing, Bjork was playing too loud. Nothing, nothing was finished. It’s
possible that he, just after coming inside her, puts the handcuffs right on.
Feel gutted. No hurry. As if a terrorist act had just happened right before
your eyes. After smoking a cigarette like Derby Reds: Booooooooooom!!!
Goodbye, Bjork.
