A Hornet, A Hair Dryer, and Hair Spray
Hornet, why were you in my bathroom?You do not pay rent here.
I am not a piece of rotting wood
nor is this some sort of hive.
I am a woman just trying to dry my hair,
minding my own business,
getting ready for another day.
You hurl yourself at the mirror
crashing into my sink.
Quickly, without thought,
I turn the dryer on you.
You receive the biggest blowjob of your life.
You still live.
Now, gathering myself, I reach for the hairspray.
With dead-on aim, I squirt with all my might.
You stagger, flap a wing, and stop.
I blow the top of the hairspray nozzle like
a six shooter,
return it to the counter caddy,
reach for the tissue to remove you.
What! No! It can't be!
You Live!
Anger is raging.
I am a determined crazed woman full of hormones.
Die, you monster. Die!
Using my adrenaline rush, I sweep you into the toilet bowl.
Flush!
The water rushes in, swirls, sucks you down
into the hole of death.
I smile. Release the handle. Breath in; breath out.
You re-emerge rising to the top.
"Damn lady, I was just passing through. Give an insect a break."
I hand you a towel.
I leave the apartment with my head wet
and
my mind whet as well.
kathy lockhart
10/10/06
Words by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-10-09 at 02:43
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