What Happened to You?
I’m pretty desperate
so when she calls
I say OK and go to Pinole
because she was hot ten years ago
and not entirely insane.
“I’ve been arrested
12 times,” she says at the bar
and then calls the police
to ask them if I can park overnight
in a tow zone
because I’m drunk.
Her spine has gone crooked,
she’s partially bald, and
she claws at my chest
when I try to leave.
I get home, shaken,
thanking God I’m not her
as I look in the mirror,
but then I wonder
if she’s thinking
the same thing.
Horror Sleaze Trash 