Big Bad Terry
Back in my days
selling toilet paper
and television sets,
I would spend over an hour
at the end of the night
sitting out front smoking
not going home
watching the other people walk
out to their cars loading their stuff
I would wait
for something to happen
and then Big Bad Terry
who traded his Harley
for a floor scrubber,
whose thick mustache
framed his mouth
like mounted bull horns
would take his break,
sit next to me,
and begin to say
the most beautifully awful things
about women.
Burning a cigarette
staring off across the parking lot
at the end of shift nurses
and the waitresses in uniform
the mothers buying gift wrap.
“I would lick her turd cutter clean”
“I would eat her asshole pink”
“I would wear her like a diving helmet”
I would blush
He was such a sweetheart.
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