a fellow atheist who was making a peanut-butter & jelly sandwich one afternoon while her pesky neighbor continued to make noises on the other side of the paper-thin walls

she said he said that all it was was a fuck all it was was sex all it was was a good time & they both wanted to just up & leave it alone like two young thangs hangin’ in the city just

nothing to be ashamed of licking wounds together for communication never felt so good when comparing notes on the scumbags that litter the earth & laughing at one another’s former sorrows

fearless of slippery slopes streets no hindrance to acts of valour

might not like his choice of name brands. Ha.

Maybe she’ll make a pan of cookies peanut butter, the ones hubby used to like he’s gone now, two years this August

A dreaded knowledge

I couldn’t remember what propelled me out my front door and into the purplish blue of a 6am suburban street. Maybe, so I could see, for the first time sunrise blaring over a cityscape