No,
I’m asking about
the inconsistency and incongruity
within your timeline of events.
(these things matter)

…

No,
you should have made this
an accidental affair,
but now you forced me
to cover your ass.
(again)

…

No,
you irredeemable twit,
now I have to-
get the acid,
bleach the blood,
and pay up Richard,
for the drums.
(you owe me, motherfucker)

© Nancy Botta, 2018