by dizzy turek
"I don't recognize this number"
any string leads to a conspiracy of the moment
vacancy before the scammer blips in
I’m giving up on “the inner monologue”
this is what it sounds like
“. …. ( .). , !!!! ? 3 or 7. , – { & ‘ ’ } +
.
?
:)"
public conversation
“Alotta idiots in the world”
He puts that out there at the bus stop, near me like the vomit underneath the
wood seat they give people for waiting for the bus
“I jerked off before coming here”
He puts that out there glancing at me like one might look at a son
barely, momentarily before cowering away
as if it’s a shame to even attempt something like that
I’m a man maybe
I’m a pole to lean on
or the summer night walking with you on your own
“That was a joke, I was kidding, I’m kidding”
He has his head down
there really is nothing
like the public on a spring day
I chuckle
“I get it”
jerkin off, it’s a thing we do in private
& don’t know why
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dizzy turek writes in Chicago but is originally from Ohio. he also does theater.