three crazy bitches in the department store

[poem warning]

three crazy bitches in the department store

time is flying and crazy
bitches scream the plaster
from the bricks of heaven.

one opens her mouth to laugh
and – cursed – can only nag
and not stop.

one, drunk, obese and stuffed tighter
than a sausage skin opens
her mouth and a belch comes out.

the third, mine, is way further down the
escalator, but it’s carrying her
up to the others.

she’s walking back down but
it’s no use. I see the terror
in her eyes. then a speck

of plaster clouds my sight.
plaster-brick, i think. brick-
heaven, heaven-god, i think.

she treads, struggles, but is carried
further and further from me.
brick, at the very least.

i hit the red button with the
heel of my hand. the escalator’s
non-stop humming, thumping and

groaning stops. it’s motion stops.
here she comes now. boy, are
we happy. brick, i say, at the

very least, and she gets it.

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