Like Dirt

We sit, side by side in the Barc-o-Loungers

watching the afternoon television…

like we do every time I visit.

She is old now.

We both know it.

I love her.

She is all I have.

She likes to watch Ellen,

but every time…every time…

“She’s so pretty…but I don’t understand…I mean…the men…when they’re gay its not so bad. I don’t understand…but it’s not so bad. But the women! When the women are gay…its just DISGUSTING.”

She spits it out.

Like dirt in her mouth.

Every time.

I sit there.


I love her.

She is all I have.

We sit…side by side

in the Barc-o-Loungers.

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