drive-by julia

drive-by julia

praised god when i moved away and found a girlfriend. pretending you are asleep until she leaves is fair. slipping out while she sleeps is how I insulted her one morning. i got home and she had called worried about my safety. julia is now my pot-shot queen who stays in touch just enough to assault my existence. She stops by unannounced on her bike to exploit my guilt. drive-by Julia wants to write but she can’t think or see or write so she reads more books than anyone i’ve known without drinking the water. she came by one day and i gave her a painting. she gave it back, said it wasn’t framed. i later stapled it to plywood and hung it on my wall. she saw it next time and gawked like i’d done her wrong as she gloated over my recent break-up with a girl she had said was too young. i have a bad temper like my old man who exploded when i returned a screwdriver to the wrong slot. when the kid unplugs the stereo to turn on his playstation and leaves lights on and doors open and shit in the toilet I tell him. when Julia interrogates and insults my women and diminishes infrequent joys without her i just think what a cunt i escaped from that morning and don’t dwell on it.