milk_of_human_shitiness tender_square for two hours, i binge watch the security cameras on my phone in place of work, my stomach souring. he jauntily goes up and down the stairs dancing with his cane like a fucked-up fred astaire. he snickered when i backed out of the driveway last night at nine o'clock, after he screamed between the walls "i'm leaving" (not soon enough) and brandished a blow torch like a gun. the steady trickle of wasted water in his apartment went on for four hours or more. i avoid going home when it's quitting time. i speed down the waterfront road, fuse shortening with every red light, swearing under my breath and talking shit about drivers, just like he does. at the ice cream shop, i ask for a regular sugar cone of chocolate soft serve and, as an added indulgence, have them peanut-butter dip it. i bite into the faux-hardness and the taste is terrible, an artificial strawberry concocted in a laboratory. i hoover the melting treat quicker than i'd like on a park bench, waving a wad of napkins as wasps descend. i keep filling myself up even my mind notices the trash can ten steps left. i abuse myself as an extension of his own, beating my body into belittlement. 230809 what's it to you? who go blather from