"Name Your Poison"
Take off your shoes
I don't like shoes on my rug
I just had this rug put it in
It's dark red
You know
In case anybody bleeds in here
I see you made it back
Good
Glad to know you didn't die
In the embrace of some pervert
In a dingy little apartment above a bar
You're not Ernest Hemingway after all
You deserve better than that, Bryce
But then again
So did Hector
Why don't you fix yourself a drink?
Fix me one too while you're at it
Pour yourself a glass
From the bottle at that table
Then pour me a glass
From the bottle on the bookshelf
And put the two down
Right there on the oak desk
Have you ever been in a penthouse before, Bryce?
I only ask
Because you look so nervous
Well maybe you should be nervous
A lot of things can happen in a penthouse
Dirty, tawdry things
Up this high
Where nobody can see
Not to mention
When you're thirty stories up
It's hard not to think about
Going back down again
And not the way you came
Sometimes when I get bored
I just toff things over the edge
Crumpled up pieces of paper
Empty cereal boxes
Employees who steal
Tiaras
Whatever's handy
. . . . .
Oh relax, Bryce
I was kidding
Do I look like I eat cereal?
I gave up breakfast
When I gave up square meals
They call them square meals
But you end up looking like a sphere
If you eat three of them a day
They don't teach you that
In health class
. . . . .
So Bryce
Before that little barfly died
Did he confess to his little misdeed
Did he confess to killing Hector?
Did he purge his soul?
Oh...
No?
Well
Life's just full of surprises
Isn't it?
Here's another one
Would it surprise you to know
That the night before Hector died
He actually made it out of that little bar
And crawled his way up thirty flights of stairs
Right into this little penthouse
And he laid himself out
On that chaise lounge
Intending to pass out
When I walked in here
Straddled him like a mechanical bull
And made him feel better
Than you ever did
Better than you've ever made me feel
That's for damn sure
Oh, what tangled webs, Bryce
Did you know I used to be an actress?
It was truly my passion
But then I got sick
Of using sex to get success
Oh, don't mistake me
I don't mind fucking my way to the top
But fucking your way to the middle
Was just something that never made sense to me
You should understand that, Bryce
You are the middle
After all
But Hector
Oh, Hector was choice
My choice
But he got boring
Just like you
And unlike you
He couldn't keep his mouth shut
I have to give him one thing though
He had a great body
Nice and slim
Frail
Nearly weightless
Why
You could almost pick him up
And toss him...
If you wanted to
Oh what am I saying?
I'm sure you tossed him
A few times
Didn't you?
. . . . .
Look at you, Bryce
You're killing yourself
Eating all the wrong things
Drinking all the time
And screwing all the wrong people
You want to play with your life
That's fine
I'll find some other yo-yo
To do tricks with
But when you start rolling the dice
With my pussy
That's when you leave the casino
And Bryce
I don't see any chips sitting in front of you
I was going to keep you around
But because creeping down
To your little suburban paradise
When your wife was at the P.T.A. meetings
Was kind of a thrill
But now I've got no choice
You have to go
Because you're getting as nosy
As Hector
Although you're a little heavier than him
So I'm going to have to be creative
Aren't I?
. . . . .
I'll tell you what
Do you see those two glasses
Sitting before you?
One of them came from a bottle
Of your favorite
And believe me, baby
I know what it is
I know what you like
The other
Is laced with a little something
That'll stop your heart
Quicker than me in a teddy
They look just about the same
Don't they?
So you tell me
Which one I'm drinking
And which one you're drinking
Oh, I'm not scared
I've looked over this balcony enough times
I wouldn't mind seeing
How it looks
From the bottom
I'll tell you what happened to Hector
Whether he ran out of here
Into someone else's arms
Or whether he ran
RIght into pavement
Go ahead, Bryce
I'm ready
Name your poison
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