CALL ME ANTIGONE
and if and if and if and if the crickets were to stop
doing their thing just stop making noise completely to
take up harmonica lessons because they collectively
have hopes and dreams and aspirations to become
popular traveling bluegrass artists what would you do
what would you do with a million dollars well I had a
million dollars once but I spent it all on red dildoes
red being my favorite color and vegetables them being
what I loved to eat what's more beautiful to look at a
neatly organized plate of organic vegetables or a slab
of bleeding meat I use the plastic dongs because my
husband my sweet other lost his penis and one testicle
in a brutal and sudden and sad pit bull attack we were
waiting patiently outside a hall in Sewell New Jersey
waiting to be allowed in for the wrestling show we had
ringside tickets to we chatted with others in the line
and laughed and traded memories of other shows we'd
attended when a man in denim shorts and a stained
wifebeater passed by with his pit bull and the pit
bull looked up at my husband and without growling or
anything jumped and bit into his crotch he screamed I
screamed the dog's owner screamed at his dog we all
punched it in the head he ordered the dog to let go
but the dog did not when it did on its own volition
mind you my husband slumped to the ground bloody so
much blood so much blood the dog began barking at my
husband as its owner apologized I kicked the dog as
hard as I could in the head and it jumped back tail
between its leg the owner ran pulling the dog with him
someone called an ambulance were taken to a hospital
the bleeding was stopped my husband was sedated a
specialist was called in but it was too late too much
damage done now he sits in his chair silent and somber
I take him to the bedroom and let him either watch me
insert a variety of dildoes into my vagina and use
them to masturbate my body into a raging climax or I
submit to him let him take me with the toys let him
scream and slap and pinch and cry
whore
they took it
I know
why was it taken from me
I don't know
whore
he sits there and I wonder what is going on in his
mind I wonder what she is thinking when she sees me
crying when I try to hide my tears when she lets me
rest my head in her lap I can smell her vagina when I
rest my head in her lap I ask her to play with herself
and she does I see small people and small creatures in
her vagina the vagina she has the vagina I used to be
able to have to rule to please but now but now but now
but now it is all gone lost lost like the countless
lives in the World Trade Center and Pentagon attacks
lost like my virginity to Mrs. Robbins that older
beauty who lived down the street telling me what to do
where to touch where to lick where to suck where to
stick it in lost like paper in a fire I don't know
lost gone forever what if what if my eyes started
talking and my mouth starting defecating and my nose
started getting erections what if the sun and a
snowman danced together on top of a tree what if a
shark wanted to talk exclusively to CNN about the
stigma that comes with being a shark and what it's
like to be demonized in the movies and in the media
what if I drank a glass of aardvark urine what if
music died what if there was never such a concept or
entity known as music what if a priest aborted his
brain during his opening thoughts one Sunday morning
what if a college textbook cannibalized a freshman
biology student what if there was a knock on the door
and I opened it and it was my penis and my testicle
and I said hey guys and my penis said hello and my
testicle said hello and I said where have you been and
my penis said around and my testicle said seeing the
world and I said did you have fun and my penis said
yes and my testicle said lots and I said well are you
back for good and my penis said sure and my testicle
said if you'll have us back and I said how could I say
no to you guys and I unzipped my pants and my penis
and my testicle saw my remaining testicle and they
said hey man long time no see and my remaining
testicle said come in guys have I got some stories for
you and my penis and my testicle hopped in and
reattached themselves to me and the three of them
opened some beers and told stories to one another
stories that began with once upon a time and ended
with happily ever after what if that happened wouldn't
that be nice it would be nice it would be nice to walk
alone along a creek a stream watching observing nature
knowing my genitals are whole knowing I could at any
time make love to my wife please her fully again my
wife whom I could never leave because I love her and
she loves me and I love my wife
whore
say it say it for me
please
please say it
call me Antigone I like to think I am powerful when
you fuck me raw