Vignette 200

(Excerpt from “The Tales of Swingin’ Bob”)

I’m down here.
You’re up there.

With someone else’s wife
With someone else’s husband.

I can understand why the kids complain…God…the noise is incredible!

We laugh about it, I almost want to pound on the ceiling…
…but we’re too busy.

And I’m too pissed off (can’t even concentrate on who I’m fucking at the moment…thank you!) That the husband you’re with has a wife I fucked a couple-a-months ago with gleeful intensity. Now? She spits nails at me. A guest in my house, and I’m crucified. It’s not my fault she lost her baby…

…but I think I’m the one she’s found to blame.

So I rhythm away…ineffectual in my sour spite. Listening to you…in your unknowing lust.

Listening to the threesome in the next room.

Listening to – everyone.

And I disconnect.

I am the Gracious Host of this party.
But inside? I’m Hell’s DJ, spinnin’ the Hits.

-Tutivillus