The Dead Crazy Life Memoires #2

So there I was,
shaking on the bed
with a whiskey in my left hand
a cigarette in my right.

My housemate let her in.

She stood, talking at me
oblivious to the symptoms
of an anxiety attack.
She kept on going,
whilst I remembered the steaks
I'd bought for our dinner.
It never ended.
The monotonous report
of a day behind a counter.

It got me.
I hurled the glass
a foot away from her head
where it shattered against the wall.
"Get the fuck out of my house."
She reminded me that I had no balls...
How I must have felt big throwing that glass.
I told her I felt better for it
and reminded her to leave.

I smiled when the door closed,
walked in to the kitchen
looked at the steaks
unaware of what had happened.

I phoned my mistress
"Would you like steak for dinner?"
"You're asking me round for dinner?"
"Of course, it's about time we made this formal"

We ate and then fucked
I forgot all about the anxiety
and went to the bars with her.
She was a keeper.