a bad year

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a bad year

robert pliny

(making haste)

Melanie leaning on the toaster I make haste

to taste while she spreads Have you seen

my glasses I say afterwards They were

right here I like to solve the crosswords I say

I don't say cross your legs I don't say make haste I

need my glasses Melanie Melanie they were

right here Before the obituaries Just in case Haha I laugh

The toaster pops and so does Melanie but not

the same

(valery)

Men are like bitching robots Valery says one afternoon

We're laying in the park And women are like tofu

I reply Men are like the Bible like required reading

says Val we're laying in the park one afternoon

Women are like like but nothing Val has a lovely

tanline Val always gets the last word Val has

a tattoo she won't let me see because I'm engaged

to Melanie Ditch the bitch says Val one afternoon

we're laying in the park You know you want to see it

You know you want to put your grubby old hands

up in there says Val Oh sweet dirty Val I can't

I say I cherish our friendship Cherry my ass says Val

(loneliness)

somewhere's rose when liferain pours

into random empty drawers

(what melanie needs)

Let's go away Let's take a trip Let's get married

Melanie is in a mood Melanie has done her

routine three times today By routine I mean to

say she sits around meditating Humming along

with some tape not even a CD Melanie

wants to go away Wants to do something I say I can't just

leave I have obligations Classes I have a fucking

job Melanie I need a break Melanie says I don't

want a break I don't need a break Melanie doesn't

need a break A break is the last thing Melanie

needs but I don't have the heart to tell Melanie what

she needs so I say maybe maybe next week maybe

I can manage where do you want to go Melanie anyway

Spain Be serious Melanie I say Live a little Melanie says

Yes my Matador Not now Melanie I have to finish

grading these papers Melanie pouts Melanie

puts on loud music Melanie dances Melanie does her

routine I love you Melanie but you do not need a break Melanie

Not Spain not even your routine I don't have the heart

to tell Melanie what she needs

(dirty lies)

I get a text message from Val I'm not wearing

any panties it says I'm in the elevator it says

I'm gonna fuck the next guy that enters

brains out it says I'm in the living room

Ironing shirts Folding shirts Ironing shirts

Ten minutes later another text message It's from

Val Just kidding it says I'm at Shirley's fucking

baby-shower I fucking hate babies it says

(loneliness: 2)

see the swampy spring things bloom

i went to weep and so-on

(yes)

Melanie comes to my office unannounced Up against

the bookshelf No not my first editions Yes says

Melanie Just like the first time Fuck me

you bad boy Melanie has a way

of saying it Melanie moves slowly Melanie takes me

in her mouth Yes says Melanie Melanie who is

full of surprises still

(what valery wants)

In the park again Val sits on the wall dangling

Chewing gum How to be young again

Val tells me about how fucked up it is

to be young To be young today and not again

If Val could pick any century it wouldn't be

this one Boys are such idiots Val says

Even the cute one with the pony-tail

I say I suspect its always been the same

They just want one thing Val says who wants

many things she says And you're different

I tell Val boys will come around If now

it's boys she's interested in Fuck no

Val says I think I'm going lesbian I think

I want to fuck girls for the rest of my life

(on waiting)

I could spend forever between Melanie's dark

luscious tits watching the world end

(loneliness: 3)

in the narrows, in the furrows, the crumbled frescoes

hang

(jared)

After class Val drops me a note Drops a note

and walks away Those tight jeans shorts walking

away The note says I let Jared fuck me

I'm sorry Bye I wanted you to have this and a picture

of something dark and round and meaningless

A symbol of Val I think Jared with his head of hair and

there in Val letting him All night Oh I just wanted you

To have this fucking Straight-A Jared I think Val

walking away tight short round little something

wagging and meaningless Walking away and I

assembling my papers Stacking stacks Books

and dust My little Val of the dirty mouth heaven

(thistles)

Thistles burn my thighs At night I leave the village

The pain is sharp And the smell of foliage I run

faster faster almost there Where nothing

looms Nothing but thistles Burning so sweet

this moment of forget