Maybe Check on Him

Don’t make me go back to them. I like it
Here. I can make up whatever I want
And that was always enough. I didn’t even care
If anyone saw me in the grass, on the hill, at the hospital,
And the food tasted like nothing, and the girls
Weren’t strong around my crotch and I could just
Buzz buzz buzz. So what if that wasn’t real:
Have you seen anything of note
In the papers? It doesn’t top out. It don’t
Square off neatly. It don’t not sound too good to be
Jarred back like
Buck bang buck. And it ain’t so, not smooth, but,
You know—like the wipe of a hand on a hand—
Known lips licked and stringy indoors.
“Is he still on his own then?
Is everything alright?”
Hmm. Yes and no.
The girls are back.