Fleeish - In A Tree

White-tailed deer By: Leonard Lee Rue III From: The World of the White-tailed Deer 1962

Misandry is not a real societal force but I'm gonna fucking make it one. You men DESERVE to be hated. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU. I dont care what your cock is. Youre dead

Everything was green, somewhere at the side of the road on the Isle of Skye

god, your worst warrior needs money

The forest is slowly becoming less white and more green. Very excited spring is near.

Streaks of Grey running through her hair

Like fingers wearing

Too many rings; I pick up the phone to her

Shrill voice. Like a bird,

I think, as she tells me my rent is

Long Overdue.

I tell her the birds on the tree outside my apartment are not as pretty as they think they are.

She tells me she does not understand.

People have left her before, gone too soon

Broken her heart

Broken their lease

She pinches her lips together whenever she looks at you

Like she is disgusted with what she sees

You are such a cunt, Marsha.

I tell her I will pay rent whenever I damn well please and that she should be happy to have it late

At least then, she can have somebody to call on the phone

And bother with her horrible voice

She tells me I am her worst tenant.

I tell her I wish she were dead.

Neither of us have anyone else to talk to, so we stay on the line.

Alpine stunted trees

ashes to ashes, dust to dust, reeses to pieces