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Saturday Night, Sunday Morning

 

by Victor Clevenger

 

 

“Look, Abby,” he said, in an attempt to clarify his place in the pecking order with her, “I smoke a pack-and-a-half of cigarettes each day, and drink more alcohol than any other lover you have ever known. It's an extreme amount in your opinion, and it worries you, but in my opinion it's just enough for me to survive comfortably with you, and yes, I'm obsessed with the young blonde on the nightly news, but I have told you this before, just like I have told you that I don't care which shirt you choose as long as you wear the gray cotton shorts which show the outline of your panties for me, and Abby, don't argue with me please, just wear them; just make me grilled cheese sandwiches at three in the morning, before the room spins out of control, and I beg you to let me wipe your wet crotch after you take a hot piss in the morning time like my other lovers would beg, when they were trippin’ acid, and felt like they had eight pink spider legs that were painted on them with a rattle can, and not a single one of those spider legs could hold the scrunched toilet paper that they needed to do the deed. You're goddamn stubborn; you know this, right?”

 

“Cook your own fuckin' sandwiches!”

 

John was far too drunk to hit her, but he swung, anyway. Abby stumbled backwards and laughed as John fell into the wall; he hit the floor quickly.

 

“You’re a prick,” said Abby as she walked over toward him and kicked his shoulder. He rolled onto his back as Abby placed the ball of her right foot on his throat. He looked upwards as his face progressively reddened, and Abby began grinding her foot with pressure towards the floor, as if she was stepping the life out of his dirty, acid trippin’, freak spider whores on the dirty sidewalk.

 

“I’m going to kill you,” gasped John, with wet eyes, before he lost consciousness.

 

Abby removed her foot, walked to the kitchen table, and picked up the phone; she turned the ringer off, and sat it back down.






Victor Clevenger’s latest poetry collection will be released soon from Spartan Press, and is titled Congenital Pipe Dreams.  Selected pieces of his work have appeared in a variety of places online, and in print.  He spends his days in a Madhouse and his nights with his second ex-wife, together they raise six children in a small town northeast of Kansas City, MO. 




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