I mean really,
what’s another platform.
Another password.
Another website with my
information.
Goodlord
I had to wait,
input a five-digit code sent to me via text.
When it came through it was:
00000
which seems insane.
I stared at it for more than my allotted minutes.
Goodlord
That’s implausible, is it not?
Like aren’t those numbers random, Ava?
How is it that I found myself with all those holes?
A row of ohs. Disgusting.
No, I can’t go on.
I won’t.
Do you watch porn?
I ask, Ava, because I think it says
a lot about a person, what they watch,
like recently
these videos where girls get ‘stuck’ have had me
thinking – you know the ones? Where girls are doing
laundry and get stuck somehow inside the washing
machine – their heads or arms are trapped inside, and
just their bottom-half sticks out, they call for help, a man
or men show up, and they get fucked –
I find the flimsy artifice of every woman’s
stuck-ness very pleasing, Ava,
you can clearly see she’s snagged on absolutely
nothing.
Sometimes she’ll even come unstuck mid-fuck and
hastily shove her arms back in –
the narrative shifts,
the plot thickens to a roux.
One time at the surveyor’s house, he left his
laptop on while he was showering and I scrolled about a
bit – looked at his history.
