Unraveling

Transcript

The words were a swirl today as the fat families rolled in. Dads dragged by moms, followed by grandparents and swarms of little things all wanting something.

All I wanted was a moment to take verbs and adjectives and nouns, glorious fucking nouns, down to the mat, pin them by their wrists, wrapping my tongue around the lips that would speak my unspoken urges, to themselves and wonder who, what, how they came to be. But no, they kept coming. A circus of balloons and pitchers of soda, colossal pizzas and passports to fun, doing their bidding like a lion in the ring at the end of a whip.

I did not break form, but for here and there I drift to a memory of saying goodnight to an empty room but for you. Imagining your eyes behind the swarms, I slip away with you into your kiss and your head between my thighs. Another stellar draft, 533.

I'm caught and I give him a grin. Bud Light, Miller Light, and soon can't come fast enough. The swamp, center console, you standing, me kneeling, in the sticks and the moon smiling as the stars fall from the sky.

Excuse me, I need some wings, 15 naked hot with ranch. Oh, and blue cheese. No tip.

Have a great day. Now, where was I, Mr. Wolf?