Absense

I left my windows open in a rainstorm.
Am still carrying around anger, everytime I jog I give a heated tirade to french people, for disrespecting me, this and that, you should be ashamed of yourself, you really should. And to a piece-of-shit person I met who used to be my perfect-fucking-match-made-in-heaven. Va en enfer. Tu m'accompagne? Those who twisted my arm and twisted until it damn-near-broke. Still have resentment and am so nice-to-her-face, though I never see her face. I was drawn to you for who you used-to-be. I've been waiting for you to come out of your narcissistic hole in the ground for years. You and whatshisface must have had a hoot and a holler together... go live your graduate school life eating out of other people's kitchens playing "house."
Don't get wine stuck in your belly-button.

Am ready to see a movie now, in Bethel.