Iroquois Ave
Your mother told me I’m a wonderful person who’s motivated & inspiring. I got going when the odds weren’t in my favor, with a rather perverse flavor that no one would ever want to savor. Then you came outside to see what she was saying about you. You hate that she loves me as much as she does because that’s never what it was like for you when you were growing up. So you mock me for grabbing a coffee cup & having coffee with her in the morning because you only care about drugs, not hugs & coffee mugs.
I’ve shrugged it off long enough. Now you’re gonna go home crying for defying your brothers orders not to talk to me. I’m not the kind of person you can manipulate very far or very long. I’m wild & I’m strong & I can admit when I’m wrong, which I have but your superstitious ass is the definition of defaulted sass. Bro, I just called you a girl.
Maybe because you were between someone’s linens not two feet from your own bed sheets you wanted to hang yourself with. Now that is not a myth. Being handsome works for you until it doesn’t. You were there. I wasn’t.
I read the way you walk when you have something to say but you know you shouldn’t talk. If you were even a little nice, you would refrain from all your inhibited pain, rain or snow, sun or clouds, within the compounds of another vice. You either go without or pay the annulled price. It’s your timely choice but make it quietly because I don’t want to hear your wicked voice. You have no reason to rejoice because you’re a bully. Why would God reward that? Your problem is, you’re too nosy & involved in issues that don’t belong to you & never will.
Trying to prove that I cheated on your brother is a no show, no go, sadly mistaken error on your part & lapse in judgement amid matters of the heart that flatter you no more. Now it’s just an unwise chore that will never be something more.
What’s my score?
There is no score. And it wouldn’t be yours. It would be his because that’s just the way it is. As unjust as it is, he must comply, with a desire to corporately try to understand why he was denied so much as a child before his mother finally filed for divorce and took her life back by force. I’m sure he would have been my child hood crush but I didn’t know him until I moved to Utah on a withdrawn whim for the bastard trim on his beard.
Is this weird?
Yes
I hate him so I’m enjoying this but I feel guilty.
M shouldn’t make you feel guilty. You don’t defend your sister. He shouldn’t defend his brother. It’s simple Tell the teenage boy that when he gets riddled with pimples and his zipper gets stuck from being fiddled with. What would you see first? Are you in the middle of some of the worst? You make a quick few bucks and head out. Tell them about it when you’re not involved & it’s been easily solved. No paper trail. If you fail, you go back to jail. The tickets are all on sale. Don’t fall for the scam in the milligrams of denial you are on trial for. Do I need to say more?
Not at all. Watch your step so you don’t fall. He’s pretty tall & you’re pretty small. If you need to, call 911. That’s what they’re there for.
Don’t worry about having a place to live. You’re taken care of. You are experiencing true love.
Too little too late
Not if it’s fate
Well then, save the damn date.
Twin flame or soulmate?
I plead the fifth.
Why?
I choose both.
You look at me stunned. You made promises, took an oath.
It wasn’t my intention to be broken, Mitch.
The intention was an unspoken token of respect for what we will always have. It’s a story that started on Iroquois Ave.
Where?
It doesn’t matter. I know where I come from.
Are you proud of it?
Depends
On what?
On a lot of things. I missed out on my engagement ring when I visited a few years ago. It all went to hell when my mom got sick and we have to build a weird Christmas, brick by brick until the foundation was so thick, it prodded us to cuss at each other while we waited for the bus.
Well you should be proud of your heritage.
Most of it was vile. It just looked trendy while it was still in style so nobody noticed. Massacring the Jews by nobodys was ominous.
It’s still a plus.
Okay. We’ll play.
I wrote something called Checkmate I have no clue where I put back in 2014. So much has been lost since then but there hasn’t been a moment that I’ve dropped my pen.
You’ll know when
I already do
Of course
Show some remorse, I lightly joke.
That’s the last time he spoke.
Deep.
Went undercover in his sleep. Never returned. No sign. No trace. So sad that no one was there to take his place.
That’s what happens when you mock God to his face.
Incredibly put. What a way with words and all this time you’ve remained unheard.
I’m still unheard
Not for long and you know it. This is your chance. Don’t blow it. Show up. Do your part. Win their hearts before the game starts. This is your Achilles heel. This is your art. Take pride in it until it becomes real and don’t let anyone steal it from it from you.
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