like making a contract with a dumpster diving company

first came
the 15 page letters

They were
typed in parts and
written by hand in others

the ink color
would change
and the font
and the little doodles on
the margins
The only consistency in
the whole project
was the reader’s
inability to understand 93%
of it all

They were threats, alright,
but of what nature?

Well, next came the envelopes
filled with rusty and bloody
razor blades
pubic hairs
bloody tissues
bloody plastic gloves
broken guitar strings
clipped nails
pictures of random people
with their eyes crossed out
by needle scratches

“It’s not so bad
if you think
about it,” he said. “I get free
stuff in the mail. Sure, most
of it is junk,
but every once in a while I get
something good.
Look, the other day I got this
perfectly functioning pen. Heh,
I might even
start writing poetry again…
I’m tellin’ you, man, breaking
the heart of a psychotic girl
is like
making a contract with
a dumpster diving company to deliver
the junk to your mail. For free.
Goddamn, I should really
start writing poetry again. Now that
I don’t have to go
scout the dumpsters myself. I gotta
do something with
all the free time.” 

22 thoughts on “like making a contract with a dumpster diving company

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  1. Such an attention-getting piece, sharp and piercing at the start and the body and quite relieving at the end. A great piece it is, my friend bogdan. I would have also literally feared finding those items in my mails, but here is a strong unbreakable soul. 😀💖

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    1. Thank you! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

      Sure wouldn’t want to live in a world where one can only write stories that actually happened in reality :))
      But, you know how it is, sometimes reality does resemble fiction so well that people will have a hard time believing it.

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  2. Great poem, Bogdan. I like the dark touch. It’s really creeping me out. Finding those things in the mail sounds very upsetting.

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