Alice put her dress on, her leggings, did her hair and drank a beer
she reattached her eyelashes, checked her email, did her nails
Then she drank another one
She liked cheap beer in the morning, cheap beer for lunch
for dinner she ate nothing but black licorice and roasted peanuts
she worked in the city for a rich old person who never left the bed, she made tea
she ran errands, she looked forward to her death
Alice was in her mid twenties, had three close friends whom she never spoke too
She wasn’t close with her parents , probably since they were dead
didn’t have siblings
didn’t have a cat but she had one cockroach that she called Miss Billy
MIss Billy didn’t talk much but ALice didn’t give a fuck
Her one and only boyfriend was a transvestite who worked at a gas station
Her name was Catherine C. C.
Cat C,C, loved pink nail polish and old Christmas carols
She swore up and down to Alice that she had the biggest dick
in this fucking small town
Alice knew it, the math teacher knew it, everybody knew it
it was you know Kentucky
Alice had dreams of leaving this town, buying a cat off a crackhead
A red one she preferred
one she could sit in a tree with and daydream about talking cats
little kings and pompous dodo birds, long trips to somewhere than here
a ferry boat ride, some sea lions and her first time smoking a joint
Pocahontas, What The Fuck?
Take a hit kid, breathe it in, hold it, hold it, ok exhale
being a princess in the forest has it’s moments
I get to to get stoned with these dudes wearing camo
at first they don’t know what to think of me, i usually have twigs in my hair
birds on my shoulders and a moss outfit I made for free
then one of them usually says all drunk, “hey man, it’s a fairy person man.’
i shrug, the big fat dude hands me a joint and they all just stare at me
we get high, they ask questions, i don’t speak they back away slowly
i get up and walk back to the Hotel my parents own four miles away
take off my dress, get in the shower, change my clothes, go back to the woods
those red neck motherfuckers are cheaper than a drug dealer
Doctor what do you think of Alice? I am afraid Doctor that she might hurt herself
No, she won’t she is what we liked to call in medical school, a starstruck slut
one of those girls who can’t grow up but loves the dirty things in life, shall we say?
the dirty things?
yes, nurse.. those dirty things
dirty nasty daddy craving cock guzzling, cum whore special girls, you know
the kind that wears 80.00 stockings from a factory in Japan
What about Pocahontas?
That girl is what we call troubled, she believes she is something she is not,
she believes it so strongly she will put herself in harms way
just to prove a point
She needs drugs, Nurse, lots and lots of drugs
in a shot, in a pill give it to her or I will
Ignore her imagination, if we ignore her made up self for a period of time
She will realize she is not a child, she is a young woman
she needs to act like it
Alice smoked some meth before her therapy appointment
it made her calm, she was so anxious without it, she needed it to be happy
happy was something she had to be, otherwise she would sink
sinking like her heart, that she didn’t even know existed
until she wasn’t a virgin anymore
meth was something she just happened upon
like a fucking labyrinth in the middle of a shoe store
Pocahontas hated group therapy, she wanted to go back into the woods
sleep the day away with the tree trunk stump thing that looked like a unicorn
she didn’t understand why her Mom was making her do this shit
It wasn’t like she had problems, it was not her that was fucked
it was everybody else, she was free in the forest
why couldn’t anyone see that?
She was not about to explain her revelation to a fucking therapist
they never understand anything
Snow White was born to loving parents, a happy couple.
They loved her, cherished her every smile in pictures up on the mantelpiece but then they died.
Snow White was sent away to live with her Aunt Helen who locked her up in the attic with the rats tied to a chair. Snow White was afraid at first,
she calmed herself by singing the lullabies her mom had sung to her when she was young.
She was ten when her Aunt Helen let her out of the attic
but by then Snow White was already fluent in the beautiful language of the rats.
Snow White had dark hair glossy locks that craved the outer rims of space
She was perfect but insane , she plotted Aunt Helen’s terrible death with relish
that bitch deserved it
it was meant to be
the rats told her she would be happier, she could finally cry