Otter 2

That’s me, I’m the garbage in gender neutral. I’ve been tired since 12 years old. Tired in the bones. Cut me open and there are molds of jello. Purple.

They kidnapped my love. I told the authorities and they had no record of her. I showed them films we made. There are images of her singing, assisting me, us together. They deny her existence.

The people who say I need a new girlfriend, who say I shouldn’t buy cheese collections for rats, took Camilla. I went to pick up a table; I came back she was gone. There were no notes, only the stench of fairy dust and corporate coffee makers.

I’m so over regurgitation. I’ve told them the way her features curved, the sound of her cries. I told them where her mother lived — on the backwaters of the stream. They dragged it for her.

Newsman said there were investigators who had been accused of swindling little old ladies for their jewelry. Newsman said there were young kids who made a chlorine bomb. Newsman said there were no more tickets to see The Flying Brothers. Starting off otter 2. Hour 2? Or starting off our second otter, I suppose? We love marsup- are otters marsupials, I guess not. Though, I do love marsupials.

Newsman had his thoughts kidnapped — same authorities.

I bet they are taking the best of us, the best thoughts to be stored in the basement of Brown’s castle. They don’t like when people get smart. They don’t like thinkers or people who live with people who buy tables from Wolfy. Tables with legs, toes, flowers of Lee.

Two Mondays after she was taken, I noticed the forks were missing. The next Monday, I was in the bathroom when I heard someone. I came through the kitchen as the front door shut. A woman was walking back up the drive carrying my raincoat. When I couldn’t catch up she tossed the coat in the garbage and ran off. I took it back to the house, nothing on it, nothing missing, nothing new.

To be or do what I want, I find matches in kitchen drawers. I look for trail mix. I crave trail mix, even when I am allergic to peanuts and almonds.