When the door flew open
And her face twisted into horrors
I wondered aloud if maybe it wasn’t a
Good idea to read her diary

But just then
light exploded thru the 60 watt
peanut butter slipped off the ceiling
Slapping her square across the bridge of her nose
And the elastic band finally succumbed to the pressure

Man I question my integrity

The face didn’t change
Still ice cube up the ass of a sleeping baby shocked
But slowly it began to grow peaceful
And she said to me

“you’re cleaning this up”
and walked out.
I heard her feet on the wood getting farther
and farther and right when I could barely hear
her at all it filtered in-carried thru central air whispering
to my ears
“I’ll never be able to wear those again
so throw them in the trash get in the shower
and pray that I never tell my daughter about any of this”

You see this shit runs in circles
The pink panty peanut butter fiasco
As it later became known
Was just it coming full