To Rhonda - I Smell
Death is the greatest invention. Or maybe, the heart is where the hole is.
This one goes out to Rhonda. I don’t mean to hate you. You are beautiful and smart. And yet, I can’t stand you. When I see you, I feel like vomiting. I wish this wasn’t the case. And I don’t wish anything negative toward you. I may not like you, but I don’t dislike you. I apologize for this. Although I doubt if any of this means anything to you.
You’re an uptown girl. You came from them suburbs, went to one of those great schools, got that great job, and you met me. I bet meeting me was the high point of your life. Meeting me made your day. Or maybe it didn’t. I saw how you looked when I left. And I smelled myself to see if I stunk. And I did. I wish I knew how to wash my ass better. I apologize for that shit.
You called, and I looked forward to it. But now I hide from you. I can’t stand to hear your voice. I wish you would please stop calling me. I tried not to stare at your cleavage. I think I failed. And you still seem to like me. But you could be faking. I think you might be faking. I suck.
Goodnight.
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