~otto~

: STEAL ME FOR YOUR STORIES :

The lady pretends she does not speak my language and I always say thank you instead of the word for that in her language because guess why

and I could hear change clanging in driers and I ate less meat today and a lot more cheese than normal and

bubbles of grease popped around blistering pastry filled with squeaky cheese and I jerked off all over my girl’s pillow while she took a shower so she will have something to remember me by when she gets home after work and she sang a song and steam slipped out of the bathroom door : which was cracked : and the water sounded like weather and I stroked it and thought about bending her over and slipping into her and and and

and it got all over where she puts her head at night : and the night before she blew me twice and dry humped me until she came : also twice : because her pussy is bleeding and right before she comes she makes this sound : makes this sound : this sound : and a

thin sweat rises on her skin : but look : I would

fuck her anyway and I am a menophobe : but yes : I would fuck that delicious bloody gash and that has to be love right : ? : and I bought an iced coffee from the deli and the delicious brown girl behind the counter always makes

ay-papi eyes

at me and

when she speaks my language it sounds like her language and the other white people in this

hood only come out on weekends and they have tatts and piercings and hair colored not the color of hair and : swings in the park and : ice cream truck and : kids laughing and : horn blast and : I walked around in a pleasant daytime drizzle with my earbuds plugged into the holes on the side of my head : but I was not listening to anything except the music the city makes when no one else is listening.

~O~

Posted at 1:20am and tagged with: one column, writing, fiction,.

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