Never Stranger Than I
I wonder what would come out of me; if I sliced myself
right now
I giggle mischievously
As I drag the dull blade along my arm
Would it be blood?
A nebulous tide?
Butterflies?
Many humans wonder
As humans often do
What actually is me
And what actually
Is you
I am sitting on a makeshift sofa, writing my next great novel
A philosophy teacher I had a massive intellectual crush on
Once confided in me,
Over a pack of cigarettes and bottle of bourbon,
That I could be the next great American novelist
If I weren’t a hopeless alcoholic
Can you even imagine? I hope that you can't
For if you can
We
The collective We
Have failed you
Gravely
There is no apology to offer
What can I say?
It's your problem, not mine.
I walk to the kitchen and heat the kettle
I pour myself a cuppa that good ole lesbian tea
May as well jump on me ole Harley
And head to the teahouse
For another slam-poetry competition
I grab my neckerchief
And briefly contemplate tucking it into my back pocket
Just for the queer sport of it
I can’t decide whether to smash the beer bottle
Into his temple
Or into his eye
He deserves both
If I have anything to say in the matter
I always have something to say in the matter
The poor ole fucker was an idiot
And arguably deserves to be blinded
He doesn’t deserve to see another woman
Ever again
But if I blind him
He’ll never learn
Alas!
Also
It would be really bloody
Stabbing someone in the eye seems
Extraneous
Even to me
I laugh as l leave
Despite my best effort
Now, they will begin to take me seriously
I think
As I shut the door behind myself
I walk to the bus stop
Everyone rides the bus to nowhere
I think as I board
I sit next to a guy
He smells
Like he’s been awake for a few too many years
That he’s lived to regret
Not caring what the guy has been through
I decide to take take my supplements
I take three yellow pills
That seems appropriate
Now If I can just make it through
One more day
That seems an impossible feat
I look at my feet
I notice a few specks of blood
I wonder if anyone else will notice
I cast a quick glance around
And realize people are only as aware of me
As I am of them:
Tangentially
We’re all sleepwalking here
This is all so base
This all so divine
I decided to leave him blind
In the end
It wasn’t nearly as gory as I’d imagined
Things are rarely as bad as you imagine
I am holy
Impervious
But subject to man’s laws nonetheless
I get off at whatever stop this is
It’s good enough
And fun that I don’t know where I am
I never know where I am
But I do need to wipe the blood from my shoe
Just settle down
Get married
Have children
Buy a house
Do all the things they say
But they say so many things
And I have not so many years left
Everyone thinks there will be something more
Than this
I use my neckerchief to wipe away the blood
I’ll have to part with it
I sigh
Another one bites the dust
Not the man
The neckerchief
It’s the third I’ve parted with
In as many weeks
Why am I so weak?
When it comes to women, anyway
I am fearless
Reckless
Ambivalent
And hopeless
When in love
But I’m never really in love
Am I?
It’s always unrequited
Life is a lonely game
But it’s time to play
So I walk into the nearest building
It’s a hotel with an all-night bar
What luck
I don’t believe in luck
Any more than I believe in fate
But these dreams keep following me
So I’ll go inside and have a drink
Talk with a stranger
No stranger than I
The barkeep smiles inoffensively
As I enter and sit at the bar
This indicates I’m open for conversation
It’s a rule as tacit
As it is ubiquitous
And, as it turns out,
Tonight
I want to talk
I want to tell my story
I give people so many chances to understand
My story
Too many
To no avail
People are the worst
And best thing
About living here
Within 10 minutes a man sits next to me
He pretends that he wants to know my story
In hopes of fucking me
Debasing me
We both know I won’t put out
But his ego won’t allow him to stop
And my boredom is fathomless
So we continue
What brings you here?
He asks with no real interest
Nothing
I reply
It’s the most honest thing I’ve said
In years
It’s easier with strangers
Because they’re never stranger
Than I
It’s shift change and the next barkeep
Coming on
Is coming on to me
I think little of it
At first
Although I do enjoy flirting
And she’s pretty enough
In an inoffensive way
After a few more back and forths
And a few more whiskeys
I decide she’s attractive
Maybe she really wants to know my story
I think
As I knock back another shot
In that way that makes women hot
I don’t understand why
I only know that it’s affective
She asks where I was born
Says her name is Tamara
I can call her Tammy
I won’t
I hate that name
So I call her Love
Because what’s in a name
After all?
Love, I’d rather hear about you
I say
Disarming her
Like I do
The best way through me
Is through you
I never thought I’d find myself here
But that doesn't matter
I understand enough to know
I’ll never understand myself
But still
I give this Love a chance
To know my dreams
My secrets
Me
Even knowing it will never be
Who knows
I think
Again
As I drink her in
Now drinking Gin
Anything is possible
She winks at me in way
I’d once disdained
I want to see through her
But I can’t
Or won’t
Either way
I don’t
These things are as trivial
As the kisses we steal
Between patrons
Gin
And lies
The game is afoot
And I always win
But I rarely drink gin
When she asks me to stay
I know that I will
I wait in her hotel room
A perk of her job
I shower before I nap
Which is good
There is more blood than I thought
There always is
I dream of angels
I don’t believe in angels
If angels were real
They’d lead me to my soulmate
Rather than this befouled room
Where am I?
I awake to her touch
More tender than I’d imagined
But then
I hadn’t imagined much
Time to fuck
I take my time with her
Am tender in return
I’m not sure why
There is no why
I enjoy being with her
In ways that defy logic
There is no logic
For a few hours
I don’t want to
Gouge anyone’s eyes out
No matter how deserving they are
Slit anyone’s throat
No matter how lovely it is
For a few hours
I don’t want to die
All of life comes rushing back to me
In a torrent
I realize
I’ve never understood anything
Because I understood too much
Too soon
People don’t normally people
This way
And that’s the problem
About caring too much
About not caring enough
When all the world is quiet
When it all
Fucks off
Just a little
When I am left alone
With myself
I realize
Every fucking day
I am more
And less
Of myself
Than I was before
While fucking Love
I can’t remain disembodied
For the first time
And I hate it
So I fuck Love harder
Instead of retreating
Love pulls me closer
I whisper
More to myself
I can’t
You can
I don’t want to
But you will
You don’t know me
No one does
You don’t want me
I do
This is the most Love
Has ever spoken to me
Or ever will
Because I will kill Love
I always do