David Boski

Out to Lunch

One of the local crazies
was walking toward us
shouting non-sensical bullshit
and the ladies in front of her
looked nervous.

As I walked by, we made
eye contact and she screamed:
“and you, you and your dog
raped me last night,
you fucked me!”

I chuckled and then I thought about
how she was probably normal once,
how she was somebody’s beautiful
little girl once; but that, that was a
long time ago.

Now she was out to lunch,
now she had a creative imagination.

I was jealous of it.

I was in awe.

I hope we showed her a good time.

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