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Safe Place, it’s Five AM

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The phone chimes away

This comatose mind states

It’s an earthquake?

Fuck this, L.A.

I reach into the dark

My hand, frantically flailing in the air

Smashing into the lamp

Banging the nightstand

Searching for the one said-

Noise making communication device

There is the piece of shit

I hear it

A voice cries out

Dear reader, understand

Have a little sympathy for me!

I’m now fucked that I hit the green

instead of the red

annoying voice blazes away

Are you there?

Ahh, fuck!

Oh, sorry, did I wake you?

No, not at all, it’s only, what, five AM?

You serious, no huh, just your normal sarcastic self

What the hell do you want?

Oh, sorry, just needed to talk, totally not important

For the love of baby Jesus, it’s obviously important

Ok, well, having a hard time here

Yeah, great, now what?

Need to find myself, I’m fat

Oh, how tragic

Serious, I don’t feel important; men won’t want me like this! Being fat in this town is a death sentence

Tragic, who said you were wanted?

That’s not nice, thanks for that

Welcome

No, serious, I’m fat

Well, maybe you’re not fat enough, ever think of that?

Why would you say that? You think I’m fat, knew it

Shit a loaf of bread, what do you think?

You’re an asshole and not a safe place

Safe place, what, am I a house?

Meant, a place to come talk

Now I’m a support group, how great

Didn’t mean it like that, just need a place I can come tell my issues, talk about them

Isn’t that called a diary, don’t you have some dumb box you’d call a friend, ya know, another female to call and talk to at 5 fucking AM?

Hate women, they’re bitches, I should know

Wonderful, maybe that is part of the problem

I told you I was a lot to deal with

Well lucky fucking me, did I sign a waiver?

Whatever! Why are you being rude?

Oh, I don’t know

Enter some fucked-up female noise

I’m so fat, don’t know what to do, can’t fit into my pants

Fuck me!  Shit, meant, do you really think you’re fat?

Oh, my god, seriously, like I’m a blimp, my pants don’t fit

Shit, you’re like a hundred pounds wet, how can this be?

My pants don’t fit and I have to go to work

What the hell am I supposed to do?

What is your problem, I just need to talk!

Of course, you do

So, reader, at this point there is a series of silence, like eternity or something. Shit, I might have nodded off, who the hell knows? Then the voice comes back rudely

Aren’t you going to say something?

Throw on some fucking yoga pants, is that all you needed, bills’ in the mail

Why don’t you listen to me?

Did I die, is this hell?

What does that mean, gosh, like, I never! Asshole!

This is what I’m talking about

What are you talking about?

This

Why did I even call you?

FUCK

Yes, reader, another series of silence, brutal it is, when all you want to do is sleep. Then the voice comes back after some heavy breathing and sighing

I called because...

After another moment of silence, this is that point where I needed to be a goddamn mind reader through the phone or something at 5 AM

Oh, let me guess, I’m supposed to know what you need?

Something like that would be nice, I want to be heard

Then go outside and scream

I’m serious

Yeah, you said that

Ugh, why do I call such an inconsiderate asshole?

That is a mystery you will need to figure out

I guess I don’t think right

Maybe it would be best if you just stopped thinking

Do you think that would help?

Listen, you are nice and all but a bit too loopy for me

What the hell does that mean, too loopy?

It means, well it means, you are fucking crazy

That’s not fair, I thought you were a safe place

I know how you can fit into your pants

How is that?

Jump off a rooftop into them

Click goes the phone

the world is dark

World, beautiful again

Silence

Time to go back to sleep

Farewell 5AM sanity test

Issued from the mentally insane

I’ve walked a lonely road

What feels like millenniums

Upon shoeless toes