skinny jogger bitch
skinny jogger bitch
is in the lobby of the apartment building
she’s checking herself out
in the long mirror outside my door
when i open it
sweaty and in ripped shorts
holding a week’s worth of garbage and bottles
she turns her nose up at me
i don’t smile at skinny jogger bitch
we don’t like each other
but when we meet in the hallway like this
sometimes i’ll linger just to creep her out
i’ll scratch my ass or my balls
check out my own reflection in the mirror
pretend i forgot my keys or something
so that i end up taking the same elevator
as skinny jogger bitch
and even though i don’t like the smell
of her rose-scented sweat
her silken hair, her white teeth, or even her politics
it’s worth it just for her to have to smell
the stench of my cat shit if for only a few minutes
when we’re in the elevator together
it’s like two heated nations sharing a coke
we’d rather strangle each other
nuke the whole building
than ride three or four floors together
skinny jogger bitch
holds her nose and rolls her eyes
pats down her fancy running gear
as if i’ve infested them by my very presence
she turns up the shitty music
on her apple machine
and mouths the words
she’s embarrassed by the sounds
her own asshole makes
and never finds month old cheese on her kitchen floor
when she gets a pimple on her face
she takes a week off from work
skinny jogger bitch probably doesn’t even have a job
that kind of stress is for the asshole in apartment 1R
christ, she probably fucks like a snail if at all
when skinny jogger bitch
gets off of the elevator
i like to wave and tell her, until next time
she never says anything back to me
just glares until the door shuts and the elevator descends
taking a troll like me
back to the basement
where all of this building’s trash belongs.
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