July 6th.
Wiping the
stickly sweat
from my handsome brow
I kicked the cat
across the room
and took a sup of tea.
I sat down
and planned my weekly
abortion schedule
then sent a check
for my new lambskin gloves
to Stanley
who runs my growing
funeral parlour.
I called my neighbor
with the fridge full
of body parts
and asked him to
send me the
copyright agreement
so I could sign the movie deal.
I kicked the cat again
started a bath
poured a cocktail
and waited
for something to happen.
