OLDASSHOLES draft1

DEAN

There was one

who

it seemed

regarded himself a steed

--an entrepreneur

a trail blazer

with a tired dipped back.

Dean slumped over

and sat upon a table

ready to begin

he folded his arms

he told me all about myself

he called me the “young girl”

and I m

e

l t e d

in air that fell down very slowly in sheets of fine water

my clothes fell away in scraps and threads

I cried

I called my mother’s name and my father’s too

(they wouldn’t look at me)

my naked skin stretched

pulled by gravity and vulgar eyes

(somehow I remained upright--

bone structure in tact)

when my bellybutton reached my knee caps

then Dean placed his thigh between my legs and his hands around my ass

--he pulled my body apart from the center

my pussy split open

my ribs and jaw too.

When my mushy mess hardened

to the same consistency as low fire clay

he reshaped my ears

and blended them into my skull

he whispered “what do you want”

and I could not answer

so he pushed his flat palm on down my chest then stomach then crotch

and scooped out worms from inside me with his fingers

he said, “figure out what you want”

as he licked his own slimy skin

and used his teeth to clean his nails

he refined my lips

made them plump

and pinched them together

(stuck)

accomplishing nothing else but

the definition of my cupid’s bow

and Puff was there rolling through the grass