Dark place.

I haven’t flossed in a while,

I tear the bills out of their envelopes

And leave them all over the apartment

Snarling at me in toothy stacks.

A piece of soggy dog food floats in the bowl,

I think

It’s time to get out of here.


The Cost.

You offered me a ride home
so I didn’t have to take a cab.
I thought it was safe because

I knew you
and you dated

You opened the car door like a gentleman—
(I thought)—
and slapped me firmly
on the ass.

I knew it wasn’t fair

but it was fare:
and that’s how I learned that nothing is free.