Fucking Think, Will Ya

WITH MORE determination then any other time in her life, she creeps across the stretch between barn and Motel. Back on the porch, fav hangout, sweeping eyes, like a snipers laser scope, coloring so many targets.

Billy, Nada, which is a bad thing. Arvan judicially fixing her car is a good thing.

Hit the road, in the morning, no later, a must. Corner Arvan, ramp him up, fuck his brain up, another must do. No Italians, that’s good. Hit the road, with Jason, no looks back, get him to a hospital, knows he sick, no dummy, that’s even better.

Luck has held, no gangsters, shes still got her fingernails, that in its self, a miracle; first things first.

Angel, she completely forgot about her, she is riveted in guilt. Through the door, Angel explodes, air born, hits her chest, sending her flying onto the bed. Complete pathos, insanity, yelp, yelp, yelp, lick, lick, lick, chewing at her bomber jacket.

All the stuff, her little mind, abandoned again, lost, hungry, kicked again, things dogs see in their worst fucking nightmares.

Mandal, feeling horrible, stands, takes her to her water bowl, sighs, still some water in it, thank god. On the pillow, pets, words, Angel calms. She moves to her small fridge, takes hamburger, a chunk of bread, shreds them, mixes them up, lays them in Angels bowl, says. “GO.”

ZIP, angel, tiny teeth munching, rotor blade tail spinning, eat’s voraciously as Mandal watches on. Moves to the bed, sits, boots on the ground, she stares into the mirror. She looks different, perhaps softer, around the eyes, she giggles to herself, whispers. “God. Fucking, I guess is good for an ex whore.” More giggles.

She feels ashamed by her thoughts, but Jason Cox was no altar boy and that was a sudden and welcomed surprise. Enough, back to grifter thoughts, though she still is not certain how it will all eventually go down.

Mava, her cast iron stove boyfriend, should be no problem, unless she decides to steal their money. Billy, Arvan, entirely two different gigs.

The present, NEW GIRL, BETTER GIRL, sitting on the bed decides, if violence arrives, between Arvan, Billy, Billy, her, jealousy drives men to hatred and, then she will murder them both, in their sleep.

She is a better girl, she laughs, that is if they ever sleep.

Who dies first, them, her, is just a coin flip, she is certain about that.

Of course everybody wants everybody dead. How does she possibly begin to even know that bizarre, scenario.