She drives into the parking lot
while
I am leaning up against the fender
of my car.
she's drunk and her eyes are wet
with tears:
"you son of a bitch, you
fucked me when you
didn't want to. you told me to keep
phoning
you, you told me to move closer
into town,
then you told me to leave you
alone."
it's all quite dramatic and I enjoy
it.
"sure, well, what do you
want?"
"I want to talk to you, I want
to go to your
place and talk to you ..."
"I'm with somebody now. she's in
getting a
sandwich."
"I want to talk to you ... it
takes a while
to get over things. I need more
time."
"sure. wait until she comes out.
we're not
inhuman. we'll all have a drink
together."
"shit," she says, "oh
shit!"
she jumps into her car and drives
off.
the other one comes out: "who
was that?"
"an ex-friend."
now she's gone and I'm sitting here
drunk
and my eyes seem wet with tears.
it's very quiet and I feel like I
have a spear
rammed into the center of my gut.
I walk to the bathroom and puke.
mercy, I think, doesn't the human
race know anything
about mercy
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