Commercial Breaks Jonathan Rosales Litrus Staff Member Gripping her hand
Her face close to mine
My breaths more shallow
Leaning in now
This is my chance

Meowing cats
Barking dogs
Maybe a chinchilla
Behind glass
Begging me with those eyes

Those locks who lock me in with guilt
Those lips formed to attack my heart
Making it cave into her whims
So I do give in, happily, reluctantly
Buying her that doll
Dolls staring at me
Damned porcelain devils
Hailing from a foreign world
Faces like sin, offending my conscious
Reflexes set to stun

Absurd way of living
Defined by that impact
A simple misdirection
Into a complex devastation
Surplus suffering.

A guy walks into a bar
Wouldn’t that hurt?
Unless he was already drunk
Then he wouldn’t be hurt much
But then why would he walk into another bar
Oh no, it’s her
The heart grinder
Cold as steel, sharp cruelty
Nightmare of my puberty
God, I miss her

Puberty—God I hate kids
New paintjob on my car, cost hundreds
So aggressive, so annoying, yolks on the hood
They should make those kids work on farms
Since they love wasting so many eggs.