Man, you wanna know
what’s wrong?
She’s gone and I’m
just figuring out I
was in love with her,
I swear —
Krystle,
Krystle was a cashier
at
the Walmart,
at the Walmart
on 16, out by the new
Ford dealership,
the one that used to be
farther out on 16 but
moved closer to town —
yes, that one — anyway
Krystle,
Krystle,
Krystle —
listen, man,
stop laughing,
stop laugh-interrupting me, people
got to eat, got to work, and yeah
I’ve seen the damn website —
what you’re saying by laughing is
that you hate the people there
along with the store —
listen,
Krystle
was a friend from high school
and I was in love with her all these years
and I just figured it out
and she just died.
I can’t tell her as something
she wasn’t. Maybe —
no.
Man, I don’t even fucking know
you.
Don’t want to.
Go.

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