AT THE DAYS END MOTEL
I turned on the waterworks and said
"Well you don't need to make a federal case out of it."
But she did and I suppose she needed to.
Let's get out of this hellhole, I said.
That's a nice dog and pony show you have there, she
said.
Be my guest, I said.
You're really chewing up the scenery tonight, she said.
And you, you're a predatory woman, one of easy morals,
cheap and tawdry.
Hey listen schmendrick, at least I'm not an inept
nonentity.
Aw, Cupcake, don't let's get cruel now, I can't help for
stains on the wallpaper, okay?
You're like a rabbit responding very rapidly to food.
I confess, in a crutch and toothpick parade
I would never single you out.
Down the road, about a quarter of a mile, a tractor trailer
jackknifed and took a station wagon and a minibus
with it straight to hell where they had some
remarkably good carrot cake.
A jackal-headed god of the underworld
joined them at their table
and was surprisingly convivial.
(JAMES TATE)
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