And but rightquick curling into herself knowing hating herself for crying sudden hot stupid tears over him don’t shrink don’t shrink he’s nothing you’ll be nothing fast don’t shrink don’—
But circling town in her truck her truck playing loud whatever’s on the radio Tom Petty Creedence that steak knife rattling in the glove compartment some lady belting on the radio don’t even know her name but love sudden with all her crummy beaten beating heart beating big her heart bigger now beating that singing lady’s voice would kiss her wet on the mouth that instant wind in her hair maybe a cut this weekend she finally won’t do herself owed something good and coming home late night smelling just a hint a whiskey fresh ink on her thigh no more box a dark meat under her arm outta the truck calling on her cell Dierdre in Kansas City now divorced twice two dickheads fuck him and fuck the next and fuck hers sweat stink licorice breath won’t ever say his dirty name again fuck all y’all dickheads shrinking us to nothing D’s two kids what even are their names again let alone ages (hasn’t been so long has it?) Alex? Axel? Angel? Does the other even have a name? Send some very very very very very very very very late birthday gifts late scrounge something inside right tonight good kids thought that counts what do kids today even play with do they play? Maybe just a card two fives folded in neat, any cash here? Hey, it’s your crazy aunt or You don’t know me but or Just don’t be like me lol lol kids probably tossing shit in the woods anyway.
Voicemail up the trailer steps, Been too long D was thinking on maybe coming out your way—
And but dickhead poof there he is sitting on the couch his pants they unzipped drinking Natty cartoon reruns on the TV….
Come ere baby you didn’t think I’d really leave you huh?
Sitting there monster he waves the remote like calling a dog inside but he doesn’t know she’ll never not be that sudden bigger lady again. God damn size elevens in a seven shoebox. She’s done shrinking.