Full Frontal Confrontation

Not at all sure of days.

Not in the good too-long-on-vacation way

but on the overly-cluttered-rolltop-cubby kind of way

Alzheimers rears its ugly genetic head

pokes me in the flank

Hey you. 

Are you paying attention?

I’m coming for you.

I come for all the women of your line

I got your Grami

I got your Mama

And someday soon

I will get you too.

Then he sidles back over to his current companion,

snugs her close against him to show me

he owns her now. 

I cannot have her back. 

Yes.  I see you.  I say

Yes.  I know who you are.

And you may think I’m your future

But there are many futures 

you ignorant fucktard.

You don’t really know me.

I am the Mistress of the Small

able to hide in plain sight

Good luck finding me when you come. 

And should you luck out

you better be wearing a cup.

Now pack up your confusion

And get the FUCK out.