Crossing
I waited all day for you to call but didn’t think to tell you of this fact until 5 pm.
Then you were late calling and I unleashed the sickly hounds and you had a bearded gentleman caller at the door.
I waited for you to realize that I was more important, but it became another fact I forgot to mention. Besides, I had to wait until the raging middle aged woman with exposed roots stopped clawing at her cage and now she is dying of thirst. Now she is just wasting away, pulling out her hair.
I waited for you to realize I was more important because a toddler standing in between the lanes of a busy freeway told me this was undeniably true. An man in a flannel shirt and oversized glasses silently begged to differ. He wasn’t in the room, and neither is the young woman standing over me, squinting, watching me sleep. She knows something, I’ve never seen her face and she’s never seen mine but she is watching me now. And I know she is there. I am not sure if she knows I am aware of her presence. She seems to be staring at me as if I am the enemy. Her gaze makes me feel like its more than likely that I am, that I have wronged her or someone she loves or wronged someone she doesn’t even know. Like she just heard some story and she felt so strongly about it she had to come and see if I am worth killing. I am worried because I think she decided that I am. And I think the person I wronged may have been her father in a dream that I had.
I seduced him and he started to lie for me but I just wanted what his scents had to offer.