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| ***BIO*** Mr. Huskey writes poetry and fiction. His work has appeared in a few journals, including Keyhole Magazine, Thieves Jargon, Word Riot, and Zygote In My Coffee, and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Links to his work can be found at http://jasonhuskey.blogspot.com. He lives in Virginia. |
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| Ass, Eaten |
| by Jason L. Huskey |
| When we argue,
I don't offer many words. I just sit and hear our history come alive in the black hole of dawn. One day I may offer a hint or two at confusion-- maybe pinch your breast and honk. Yes, you'll cry. Then, laugh like a goose on the inside as always. The inside-- where I bottle up every tiny emotion that I'll happily let Hallmark and Holly's Botany mask as we kiss, make-up, dance a naked minute, then sleep. I reserve it all for that special day. The one when you'll tell me we're through. The one when I'll unexpectedly explode down your throat like thick Velveeta cheese. That awesome day you'll beg me to stop as I offer a director's cut to your Wonderful World of Retard that's been starring my insufferable ass for years. You'll see the same six clips-- you know them-- the SAME SIX SKITS you've regurgitated since I started courting you. Yeah. That's right. Courting. You. Six goddamned things were all it took for me to ruin your perfectly precious world. Six. I screw up more crap trying to take a leak when I'm drunk. But I'm just kidding, Gloria. The day you say we're through, I'll tell you that I love you-- that I couldn't think of living without you. I'll kiss your fingertips, let a sincere tear enter my eye as I move to outline your face-- beg to hear you say you need me too. And if you say it--if you say a million times, 'yes, yes, I love you, too,' and put your palm against my chest to feel our hearts in rhythm-- I'll walk right out that door and I'll never say goodbye. And then there will be Seven Fucking Things you can blame me for. But for now, I'll play the dog-- tuck my tail and pecker, whimper to your tongue and adjust my habits just enough to make you adjust your tone. Just for you, Gloria, and the ladies at Holly's Botany. |
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| July 2009 |
| 121 |