I only own two sets of clothes. One Bag. I have waited naked in many laundromats. The bag sits up on my lap. We had to push as much of Andrew’s stuff into the bag as we could. “You can buy a new toothbrush.. I would say, “You don’t need this.” Out it went. I do not drive a car. I drive a dirt bike. Andrew is preoccupied with traffic. Okay, Andrew drives. I cannot drive anymore. Now, if I am doing laundry in Shinola, Alabama, I wear a mask. I kinda like it. Who from Shinola, Alabama, is nothing sacred, and the answer is no, and get up off the ground because every male eye here is carrying. A gun. That means everyone. A funeral is a bad place for a fight.

The widow took after me with a knife.

I knew where she’d go again. She always showed up. Some place she’s worked for thirty years. Concrete and Grill.

“Baby, lick my pussy.” So I licked her pussy dry as an oasis.

“Maxine, where is the card game.”

“Lick me again.”

Sure as Shinola.

Right there on the train. There ought to be a law. The card game was the only law anyone followed. You could only play once. I had never played there before. It had to have been some kinda trick. It sure looked like you Well It Wasn’t Me sounded like you, too. All my voices in overdrive. Who is who. Like it matters. It’s me. They are in me. They have always been in me as if I had swallowed a ball bearing hot and orange as a loveless dickhead. Mostly, it’s a litany of voices shutting the fuck up, or what can you do as a whore out here in the middle of the road with a blinking sign. Shut up and fuck me.