9 DAYS w/o MY GF

DAY ONE

I will ask her to marry me via Venmo.
She blocked me on every other app
but I will send 10,000 dollars and a proposal.

Maybe 5,000.
I don’t know why I want her back.
I don’t know why she blocked me.

She’s probably getting fucked by a carousel
of gingers in Ireland as we (don’t) speak.

Fare thee well, miss getting fucked by a carousel
of gingers in Ireland as we (don’t) speak.

Yes, I can see Patricia now.
Receiving Venmos that read:
“No girl will live again in this haunted home,
if not you.”
accompanied by $3,000 (room to grow).

The weakness of my gesture causes revulsion
to whip the base of her womb
into a fresh wetness
for anyone but me.

Yes, theres Patti now,
A hurricane of young hormones, once cordoned,
Demanding to be pried and quick.
Any sir! Any sir will do!
Anyone without HIS cursed Los Angeles mildew!

Patricia Witscoff.

I receive a text,
from Patricia Witscoff.

“Babe, whaaat? Im on the UK train w no bars.
You Venmo’d me? That’s so sweet lol”

Cool,
Must remain cool,
Her family wants me to fuck this up,
Just Like That Time at Dantanas,
Which We Won’t Discuss.

I am why
They sent her to Ireland
They’re betting on her forgetting.
They’re parading geldings in front of her,
baiting me into an attack, but no.
I will only whisper,
“I trust you,” into the phone’s glass.

In my book,
And this is MY book,
There are only two.
Patricia plus Me.
Two toothbrushes.

Two.

Freak out
dfjpr3 8-9
eu f0[ejw
Is something I
Must not do.

When Patricia is taciturn, as she often is,
I refer to her as the Marlboro Man.

What that makes me I’m not so sure.

If there’s one thing you can say for certain about her,
It’s that she’s a big Raymond Carver fan,

And for 3k , you won’t even get a one-sentence
compliment by way of Hemingway.

An I love you even unmeant goes a long way.

So I send her a venmo request to give me back my 3K

&

Why baby why
by George Jones
plays.
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