he counts the syllables
of my haiku hoping my math is wrong
he sets his alarm clock for 2 a.m.
to wake up and purposefully misdial my phone
he would deny me water after soaping
he would wage war on my dinner plate
by squashing to death all the baby peas
he fantasizes about my being seated
on the bus seat in front of him
so he could pull my pigtails
he would rip off all the heads of my dolls
he would walk a thousand miles out of his way
just to kick my cat
he wears a hair shirt
and regularly gives himself a good lashing seeking store brand martyrdom
he curses raccoons
for dragging away the dead horse
he so loves beating
all because i do not desire him
he does everything except
leave me the fuck alone
4 replies on “just to kick my cat”
Obviously hyperbole: I live less than a hundred. On foot, though, admittedly, it must seem a thousand 😉
Aren’t you glad this taint about you, dear?
oh, you know I wouldn’t take it out on your cat.
wrong size shoe, yes.
and, yes, glad the crosshairs are elsewhere.
nothing a court order wouldn’t fix….