At Larry’s
By Miss Unity
We’re by the pool at Larry’s
On the chaise
In the sun
You on your back
Me stretched out on top
It feels terrible
I keep sliding off
We’re both sweating
My heart hurts
Our bodies not fitting together
Is becoming a theme
But we still have the same middle name
And the painting in your studio still looks like my dog
Asia, the dog from my childhood, the Australian shepherd
With the crazy eyes. Remember?
I’m afraid to take the Xanax you gave me
Afraid to drink the wine
Afraid to eat the pork chop you cooked
Afraid to swim in the pool
I’m sure you’re trying to poison me
Drown me
Stab me
I’m not afraid of the meth, though
That I still want
You won’t stop fixing things
It’s making me nervous
You’re fixing all the cameras in the house
Connecting them together
Twisting all the wires
The Cinnamon Toast Crunch people are getting rowdy
They spring from their box and scatter on the patio
I keep trying to sweep them up
But I can only move backwards
Like someone hit rewind and I’m a video
On your Xtube
That you’re still making money from
If you’re even still alive
Are you still alive?
The sun aims its missile at my head
The funny part is
I’m about to die
And I haven’t even met Larry
