Supplementary Income

Fall awaits winter for an oblique title hanging sequent curtains; I sit in a chair for eight sixteenths of lunar dementia dreaming sandstone children. Kinko introduces me to a world called MAC; she describes a galaxy comprised of color birthing creation. My swoon for words keeps me upright in a stool with my left leg convexing a circular pipe vacuum, I am not permitted to move any other appendage until air spray, needle point etch, fine brush spread, and stencil graphite is complete.

Night flickers white penetration, electricity pulsates a corner artery, my eyelids sleep black sheets, voices search for me; I recall fear for this dimension however the woman I recollect momentary matrimony seduces a fluttering dragonfly.

"We're going to lose her."

"If I could see her face....."

Breakaway gentility conducts a symphony I rather not harmonize; I am what I am, whomever desires whatever will witness a woman disappear. I come for my husband, any other happening is a vague appearance of earthly realms, pretend not to know my name, residue of English breathed by flames haunt ghosts in the machine.

I journey through the land; I reminisce joyous humans pleasured to meet me and those who never had parents.

"I don't need you."

"I'm leaving."

"Where are you going?"

"Where I am needed."

"Is that how you operate?"

"I'm not like you."

"If I was a kid....."

"I would not want to."

"Am I that bad?"

"Yes."

"Wait until you meet them."

"Who are they?"

"Will you remember their names?"

"What is yours?"

"Kevin."

"You're real name."

"That's it!"

"Kevin means fanged heart; you are not."

"I don't have one."

"I name you Goliath."

"What does that mean?"

"Smaller than a rock."

"Thanks a lot!"

"You make me regret crossing over."

"I hate myself."

"I can see why."

"You're such a nice guy."

"Three."

"Huh?"

"Three moons."

"Until what?"

"You'll see but I won't."

"Bye."

"I wish you well with whatever it was you were doing."

"I got other people."

"Are they like you?"

"Yeah as a matter of fact yeah."

"Whatever....."

"It's an important project."

"If so you would care."

"I got lots of options."

"They all steal."

"That's what they told me about you."

"Whatever."

"Whose Lamborghini is that outside?"

"I drove it here."

"How did you get it?"

"Using my fingers."

"Somebody gave that to you?"

"Yes."

"It's purple."

"......"

"Can you afford the gas?"

"It doesn't use gasoline."

"Bull shit!"

"Whatever."

"I don't believe this shit."

"Shit believes in you."

"Who the hell can afford that?"

"It's not real."

"I can see it."

"It's just a car."

"No it's a Lamborghini."

"Do you know what that word means?"

"Fantastic."

"Not exactly....."

"Teach me."

"Disruptive woman."

"Yeah well good luck."

"What does that mean?"

"I don't know! Something people say when it's over."

"What's over?"

"Nothing."

"I am tired of living like this."

"Other people would love it. Enjoy...."

"Not what it seems at all."

"What do you want?"

"My husband."

"You don't know where he's at?"

"No....."

"I don't believe you're married."

"Why not?"

"You're peaceful and quiet."

"I'm not like you. I wish I never came."

"I'm glad you did."

"Go fuck yourself."

"I do all the time."

"You are a fucking low life son of a fucking whore."

"How did you know?"

"Your life is a lie."

"Yours is too real."

"Only the real survive."

"What's going to happen to me?"

"You're going to die."

"So will you!"

"Look at me."

"I never looked at you before."

"What do you see?"

"I'm calling the cops."

"They won't come."

"What?"

"They know who I am."

"How?"

"Some man told them not to fuck with me."

"Oh. Please leave."

"I would except there is a god damn moving truck behind the Lamborghini."

"Sorry."

"What does it feel like to be stupid?"

"What does it feel like to act stupid?"

"It's very difficult."

"It's difficult for me too."

"They are going to be like you?"

"Worse."

"Tell them I said fuck you."

"I will."

"You want me to despise you."

"......"

"You're not worth my act."

"You got better things to do."

"Really?"

"Save lives and show off....."

"Yours is not a life? I unintentionally show off."

"That's just how you are."

"I'm tired of all of you."

"You never even met them."

"I have over three hundred children."

"......."

"Whose do you belong?"

"Just go."

"They are wiser than you."

"I have a headache."

"What am I going to do.....I am stuck with you bastard fucks."

"Bye."

"When they go to your funeral I want them to see this."

"See what?"

"That name on your chest."

"Why is it important?"

"If they act like you it is."

"They laugh at stupid shit."

"You don't."

"That's why I hate them but they are my friends."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"You are my only friend."

"I don't understand."

"You're the only person who gives a shit about me."

"I'm in shock."

"If they fuck you over I will make it impossible."

"I don't like you very much."

"You don't mean it."

"I'm pissed off."

"Not at me."

"I don't want to meet them."

"You got to."

"Why?"

"To see what I did to them."

"They will treat me like shit and pretend like everything is okay."

"That's why I hate them. Especially him....."

"Who?"

"Baby Killer....."

"What?"

"He smokes shit."

"Literally?"

"Yeah fucking cocaine and marijuana."

"I used to know somebody who did that."

"What happened to them?"

"They make my life miserable."

"That's what he does to me."

"I hate him."

"Everybody does especially the Jamaicans."

"Really....."

"I know that's where you're from."

"What does he want?"

"Bob Marley."

"Fucking shit."

"What?"

"He's not real."

"The singer?"

"No shit."

"He looks real."

"He's a character; I used to wear him."

"I get it."

"Will they?"

"One of them will; they are going to fuck with you."

"Will it work?"

"I guess I will be seeing them at the cemetery."

"I don't want you to be buried."

"I leave it to you. You're my only friend anyways."

"What is inside that fucking truck?"

"A bunch of god damn ladders."

"I hate this place."

"He's moving it."

"I can't keep the car with me."

"You want to be normal huh?"

"I want to live like everybody else but I cannot stand them. They act like......"

"Kids?"

"That is an insult to children."

"I hate them."

"They will hate me."

"They think they're hot shit."

"That's stupid."

"They don't have shit."

"How do you know?"

"I got all their stuff."

"How?"

"Playing a card game."

"I have a headache."

"The fat one ain't so bad."

"What?"

"The fat one.....you know......"

"I don't know what that means."

"Wow."

"I will be sleeping in that car and everybody will see me."

"You can stay in her room."

"Who?"

"Nobody."

"I'm giving him back the car but I can't remember how to get there or who he was....."

"Fuck it."

"What do you want me to do with the people you hate?"

"Nothing."

"Why do they act like that?"

"They think you owe them something."

"Why?"

"They saw some picture of you or some shit."

"So....."

"They think you did something to them."

"I don't know them."

"Neither do I. They fuck everybody over."

"Haters?"

"The short one is real stupid."

"What?"

"The one that thinks she's skinny is a bitch."

"Okay....."

"You're a model?"

"Doll is politically correct."

"They won't understand you."

"My body is fucked anyways."

"They got something to do with that."

"Great."

"What kind of knife is that thing?"

"A katana."

"Holy hell."

"It is....."

"What do you do with it?"

"It's my best friend."

"I'm better than that sword."

"You can have it."

"Where does it come from?"

"The Soviet Union."

"That's why you work so hard."

"We all do."

"It's pretty. Prettiness is deadliness.....Just like you?"

"Hhhmmm......"

"You're the prettiest lady I ever saw."

"What does that mean?"

"What?"

"Pretty....."

"Aw nothing get out of here."

"How do I get to this room?"

"Down the road going left, turn at a street with no sign, there's no other way, it's the house at the end of a Cul De Sac...."

"Cul De Sac?"

"Yeah...."

"That means a guy without balls."

"Oh."

"I hate this place."

"I'm going to draw a picture of you."

"Do it while I think I am asleep."

"Tired of posing?"

"I'm tired of being a doll."

"I hate them so much sometimes I cry."

"I don't want anything to do with them."

"Don't trust them."

"I trust you for some reason......"

"Especially the fat one."

"What does that mean?"

"Something stupid."

"Do I have to meet them?"

"They are going to act like they don't know who you are but you are going to know they do."

"Wonderful."

"Just go along with it."

"I don't want to be here anymore."

"Where are you going to go?"

"Wherever I can be with my husband."

"They really won't understand that."

"They don't understand what it is for a wife to desire her husband?"

"Nope."

"Then there is no need to know them."

"You need money."

"For what?"

"To eat and pay for shit."

"I rather starve and suffer."

"I believe you."

"What is wrong with them?"

"They always blame people for stuff they do."

"I wish all of this never existed."

"Go. They're coming....."

"I'm out of here."

"You look sick."

"Because of my eyes and color?"

"Well....."

"That's regular health for me."

"It's something else."

"I am in a lot of pain."

"Where?"

"My heart. I'm going. Nice to meet you. Don't touch me where I lay. I will slice you."

"Good. Does that go for anybody?"

"Yeah, I am blind as a bat."

"How do you know they are there?"

"......."

"You got to protect yourself."

"I'm worried about my body."

"I am too. You'll always be pretty. Nobody can take that away from you."

"I don't know what that means but I will fight for my body."

"It belongs to you. Do what you got to do."

"I will see you later."

"When?"

"I don't know."

Ebony and Snow whisper orchestral maneuvers in the dark; I am to always react upon any stray wondering nearing my distress. Man nor woman is allowed to touch, my appearance is an asset of extreme caution, I am with reason to cut through curiosity. They warn me an enemy will come for my flesh to devour the feast however we are not gluttons.

Avie is a gorgeous child, I fear for our self; I watch her crumble tofu with a soft edged fork. The accentuation of me enhances her features; she is my dark crimson.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I don't want you to suffer like me."

"I'll get them for it."

"Who?"

"They know who I am."

"Oh."

My husband is tender at rest, I press my fingertips against his neck, kisses belong to him; Sin is a curl of Panda bear cool to a plush pillow. Both are alike, I dream of their sweetness, one is my man, the other my son.

I counted the sticky tabs; you left me three thousand and eleven.

Fuck you.

Thanks.

Where is my husband?

He's already there.

Nobody will ever understand.

You do all of this for him.

You got it.

Yes.

Am I there yet?

You won't even know when you get there.

Shit.

I will tell her.

Who?

Some fat lady.

What the fuck does that mean? Whatever it implies I do not care for it.

She thinks your'e a bitch.

You finally cursed! I am a bitch.

No your'e not. You try but your'e not.

Shit.

It's actually very humorous.

What's wrong with her?

They did something to her.

What's new?

Where did you learn that?

Some guy with a moving truck company.

Do you even know what it means?

He told me it's when the usual occurs; it is satirical.

Very good! She took the material route over the physical.

What does that mean?

You are taking the physical beating.

I am almost ready. What do you think will happen to me?

You'll get it back. You're beautiful from the inside out.

Rosa I was never attracted but you are a handsome lad.

I'll tell her you said that.

Who the fuck is she?

You don't remember anybody's names unless they are your children.

I miss my husband.

I know you do.

I want to marry him.

You're funny as hell.

Will you be there?

Hurry up Victoria. It's going to be okay.

No it won't. You're going to fuck with me and I will be alone.

His name is Chad.

How do I find him?

With a sticky tab.

Fuck you!

What?

I don't know I just felt like writing it again.

You're hilarious.

That means hysteria by nervous humor.

Anyways how did you get so many sticky tabs?

Somebody gave me a truck load.

What did they say?

They said thus will interest my interests.

Does it?

Yes.

Do you miss your stuff?

I rather have my husband.

How come you never cared for me like him?

You remind me of my children.

I feel like them sometimes.

Do what you got to do.

Where did you learn that from?

The guy with the moving truck company. He was a real asshole at first but it was just a front.

He probably thought you were pretty.

What the fuck does that mean?

Nothing. Hurry up Victoria.

I lost my camera guy.

Why do you need him?

I have things to do.

Like what?

Promote legalization of marijuana, rescue people from fires, piss people off with my body, and act stupid.

You cannot act stupid.

Yes I can.

No you can't.

Watch me.

I do all the time.

I can act stupid.

I am going to make you an award if you do it well enough.

It better be stupid.

That's going to offend me for you to act like that.

Will you come back if it does?

Yes!

Alright because I don't want to see you again.

What does that mean?

Isle of the Dead.