Even the Garbage Piled Up to the Ceiling

There were a couple months there where I almost fell off completely.
All I could do was sit inside that dark cinder block room watching
femdom porn. Every once in awhile I’d exit and go down to the vending
machine for a bag of Ruffles Cheddar but mainly I was just watching
femdom porn. My mom would call and I’d tell her I’d have to go to
class but really I had to watch femdom porn. My girlfriend would knock
and then I’d have to close my laptop and delete all the history
with all the the femdom porn. I wanted to tell her what I wanted. I wanted to

tell her I wanted to be punched in the stomach and fucked with a
twelve inch rubber tube. I wanted her to spit in my eyeball and invite
her only three friends over so that they could laugh at me when I went
limp. Instead I told her I was a very busy person. I told her to go
away. She wouldn’t have understood. She was even offended by rap
music.

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Joseph Goosey is currently collecting unemployment and attempting to move to Washington, D.C. His poems are in or forthcoming in Gargoyle, Everyday Genius, and PANK. He is trying to pimp a novel and reads your poems for Thieves Jargon.