To lower one’s self to spending time with real people by Bogdan Dragos

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blazing scars

adorned her slim arms

and her shiny shoulders

and her small, round face

It could only mean

one thing

She had a horrible fight

with her imaginary friends

again

Whenever one of those

events occurred she

had to get away from them

for a while, until things

cooled off again

To get away from

imaginary friends

one had to lower one’s self

to spending time with

real people (Ew!)

It was

terrible

It was

a curse

“But I gotta do it,” she said. “I got

this empty bottle

of vodka

that I don’t remember emptying

and I’m gonna fucking swing it

against a wall

and I’m gonna go to the mall

and stick

the sharp end of it into

the guard’s belly. He’s gonna cry

like the bitch he is

and call for reinforcements

and then they’re gonna take me

to jail again.

I’ll meet plenty

of real

people in there. And I’ll

talk to them until

things with my real friends

cool off.”

“No!” he said. “Look, I’ll be your

friend. I’ll be by

your side. Forever if you

allow me to. You don’t need

to do all these

crazy things. I… love you!”

“Ew!” she said, “Stay away from me.

You’re contagious.”

And he asked, “What?”

“I’m sorry,” she said, “But you’re…

Chronically boring. Always talking

about love and shit like

that. I don’t want

someone like that as a friend.

I don’t wanna become

afflicted with boredom. So please,

stay away from me.”

She left him crying

again

and grabbed her empty bottle

of vodka

Swung it against the wall

Admired the jagged end that formed

after breaking

Gave it a lick

Cut her tongue

Swallowed the blood

Smiled

and went

on her way to the mall

wearing a sneaker on

the left foot

and a sandal on the right one

Swinging that broken

bottle

and singing, “Fee-fi-fo-fum!

Cut the pussy and cum!

Make that blood taste like rum.

Yum-yum! Yum-yum! Who wants

some, eh? Who wants some?”

-BOGDAN DRAGOS

Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors. There he mostly daydreams and writes poems and stories. He also manages a poetry blog Daydreaming as a profession.

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