There I was, repeating “I no spake de English, Madam!”
while she kept on going on and on about her
boyfriend and his two bratty kids, poking me with
her index finger, studying my reaction much like
deer contemplating headlights:
“She-eet, dawg, I’ll fix the mothafucka—show him,
show him how to treat womens—treat ‘em with respect!”
She said she had taken the 5:15 for no particular reason—just
to go someplace, anywhere, as long as the place served booze.
She needed a stiff drink, but couldn’t find her money.
She sucked at safeguarding money, she said, and
was pretty sure she’d inadvertently dropped all her
money into a mendicant’s bucket at the Elmhurst station.
I walked her to O’Reilly’s, bought her a drink, and,
as a way of thanking me, she told me more about herself.
“I suck at everythin’,” she said, sucking her drink,
pulling a wad of money from her bra.
She was married once, but
sucked at being a wife—just hated it.
She once attempted suicide, swallowed
ten Vitamin-C tablets—wrong container.
She cracked a joke about sucking, and I
refrained from coming back with
my own blowjob joke, opting to hug her instead.
We stayed that way for a few minutes, her head
resting on my shoulder, my hand rubbing her back, and
then we went to my place, where I comforted her with
what I learned in Psychology, though I sucked at it.
while she kept on going on and on about her
boyfriend and his two bratty kids, poking me with
her index finger, studying my reaction much like
deer contemplating headlights:
“She-eet, dawg, I’ll fix the mothafucka—show him,
show him how to treat womens—treat ‘em with respect!”
She said she had taken the 5:15 for no particular reason—just
to go someplace, anywhere, as long as the place served booze.
She needed a stiff drink, but couldn’t find her money.
She sucked at safeguarding money, she said, and
was pretty sure she’d inadvertently dropped all her
money into a mendicant’s bucket at the Elmhurst station.
I walked her to O’Reilly’s, bought her a drink, and,
as a way of thanking me, she told me more about herself.
“I suck at everythin’,” she said, sucking her drink,
pulling a wad of money from her bra.
She was married once, but
sucked at being a wife—just hated it.
She once attempted suicide, swallowed
ten Vitamin-C tablets—wrong container.
She cracked a joke about sucking, and I
refrained from coming back with
my own blowjob joke, opting to hug her instead.
We stayed that way for a few minutes, her head
resting on my shoulder, my hand rubbing her back, and
then we went to my place, where I comforted her with
what I learned in Psychology, though I sucked at it.
Author notes
Prompt: It was sucked from me on the train home
Excuse me if it sucks, muse is being
A contest entry
- It was sucked from me on the train home by Emmyb.
600 points, ended September 11, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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The verb
I cant stop grinning...........'sucks' has so many meanings and you elaborated on it.


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A whole lot
of "sucking" going on here. But so much so to pull a Bronze Trophy and several glowing comments of praise. I shall add mine here. This is an interesting story poet but I couldn't tell if the ending was happy or sad. Either way. I liked the read. Congrats on the Bronze.

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lmao...
this again was so real and funny to boot
this is why I ...
"love you man"

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"She was married once, but
sucked at being a wife—just hated it.
She once attempted suicide, swallowed
ten Vitamin-C tablets—wrong container.
She cracked a joke about sucking, and I
refrained from coming back with
my own blowjob joke, opting to hug her instead."
Fabulous storytelling!
I think your muse has a great sense of humor!
Very well done.

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hahahahahahah. this is awesome. your stories are so brilliant. what a character!


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WOW! Thank you, Emma, for hosting and for the bronze
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Another glimpse of everyday existence and the characters you bring to life so well. I have but one question. What is a 'mendicant’s bucket'?
All the best to you in the contest Vito.
Mariana


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Thank you beautiful...
Questions, questions
Beggars hang around public places with tin cans, cups, buckets, baskets, etc.
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I love this! I suck at a lot of things too... can I get a hug?



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Thank you gorgeous...
hugs could lead to other things
Not that there's anything wrong with that
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yup, it sucked, brilliantly!


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hehe that was truly a master piece, i loved it


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haha you cracking me up again... damn you would be spewin at a bottle of Vitamin C... always full of humour AP hubby...
of gold


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Haha!! That was awesome! Did not suck at all! I loved it, fine work!


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'She cracked a joke about sucking, and I
refrained from coming back with
my own blowjob joke, opting to hug her instead.'
that sums up why i think you're great... humor with tenderness.


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