They came to visit last night,
Not the first and never the last.
Uninvited,
Frantic with stillness.
Living in between worlds,
And demanding I do the same.
“Wake up.” They whisper.
“I’m fucking tired, leave me alone.” I command.
And as always, they retreat back into the walls waiting for their next opportunity to share a story that I couldn’t care less about,
At least not at that hour.
CONVERSATIONS WITH ASSHOLES 