if I could just get Nikki
to hear me tell her no.
How
could I manage that? Strong-
arm her, maybe? My life is
full of
women who refuse to listen
to me! Is this how serial killers
are born? Whoa. Where did that
bullshit
come from? I’m not even close
to some crazed ax murderer.
Am I?
NO, I’M NOT
I admit anger is a regular visitor.
It reminds me of some alien
vine implanted through my belly
button. It seems to germinate
in the pit of my stomach,
grow at warp speed, shooting
out tendrils to snake through
my veins, into my brain, where
it blooms into all-out rage.
But that would never make
me pick up a weapon and use
it, especially never on a girl.
Not even one who refuses to
return my phone calls. Or my love.
SHE STILL LOVES ME
I know she does. Boy,