I grabbed Judy’s arm:
“If Jesus had been his girlfriend things would make sense!”
Judy gave me some Haldol and went back to her charting.
Jimmy, I thought, grabbing myself by the short-hairs; you should
forget this aggression: join the Army, put on a show; a thousand
lights search the sky, the shadow of a star taped on glass.
Who do you think Judy thinks she is?
White woman savaged by selves.
“Tell it to the Huns,” I say.
I strip to wrap my arms around Ronnie’s bare chest.
I listen to his beating heart; “You made people
think you cared so they blame themselves for being
poor.”
“Is that why you want to kill me?”
“Nah,” I say. “I just wanna leave without paying, like you!”
(c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved
