Everywhere stories

The crack-head, the meth-head, and the baby-killer
serve up waffles, potatoes, and grease for a living.
One of them sometimes thinks there is a film crew
in her vagina when she goes heavy on the crank.
Another man shacks up with his twenty-six year old
boyfriend. He sleeps in gloves and socks so
he won’t transmit the HIV he got in the eighties.
Life insurance policies are not retroactive.
The morbidly obese woman serving you food
killed her infant boy about ten years ago
with her elbow and do you want ketchup?


~ by Jeremy on June 13, 2013.

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