sloppy with her
photos:
Iâd find one of both of us
crouched on the hood of our
â58 Plymouthâ
Sally showing a lot of leg
and grinning like a Kansas City moll,
and me
showing the bottoms of my shoes
with the holes
in them.
and, there were photos of dogs,
all of them ours,
and, photos of children,
most of them
hers.
sheâd leave and an
hour later
the phone would ring
and it would be
Sally
and in the background
music from a juke
box, some song I
hated, and while she talked
Iâd hear menâs
voices too.
âSally, Sally,â Iâd say,
âcome on back,
baby!â
âno,â sheâd say, âthere are other men in the
world besides you. but
I could have loved you forever, Chinaski.â
âget fucked,â Iâd say and hang
up.
Iâd pour a drink
and while looking for a scissors in the bathroom
to trim the hair around my ears
Iâd find a brassiere in one of the drawers
and hold it up to the light.
Iâd drink my drink
then begin to trim the hair around my ears
deciding that I was quite a handsome man
but that Iâd need to lift weights
go on a diet
get a tan,
and so forth.
after a while
the phone would ring again
and Iâd lift the receiver
hang up
lift the receiver again
and let it
dangle
by the cord.
Iâd trim my ear hairs, my nose hairs, my
eyebrows,
then lie down
and go to
sleep.
Iâd be awakened by a sound I had never
heard beforeâ
it felt and sounded like the warning of an
atomic attack.
Iâd get up and look for the sound.
it would come from the telephone
still off the hook.
Iâd
pick up the
phone.
âsir, this is the desk clerk, your phone is
off the hook.â
âall right. sorry. Iâll
hang up.â
âdonât hang up, sir. your wife is in the
elevator.â
âmy wife?â
âshe says sheâs Mrs. Chinaski.â
âall right, itâs
possible.â
âsir, can you get her out of the
elevator?
her language is abusive
and she says she wonât budge
until you come and
help herâ¦and, sirâ¦â
âyes?â
ââ¦we didnât want to call the
policeâ¦â
âyes?â
âsheâs laying on the floor in the
elevator, sir, and, andâ¦she hasâ¦
urinated on
herselfâ¦â
âo.k.,â Iâd say and
hang up.
Iâd walk out in my shorts
cigar in mouth
and press the elevator
button.
it would come up slowly:
one, two, three, fourâ¦
the doors would open
and there would be
Sally.
Iâd
pick her up and
carry her out of
there.
Iâd get her to the apartment
throw her on the bed
and pull off her wet
panties, skirt and stockings.
then Iâd put a drink on the coffee table
nearby
sit down on the couch
and
wait.
suddenly sheâd sit straight up and
look around the
room.
sheâd ask
âHank?â
âover here,â Iâd
wave my hand.
âoh, thank godâ¦â
then sheâd see the drink and
gulp it
down. Iâd get up,
refill it, put cigarettes, an ashtray and
matches
nearby.
then sheâd sit up again:
âwho took my panties
off?â
âme.â
âme?â
âChinaski.â
âChinaski, you canât
fuck me.â
âyou pissed
yourself.â
âwho?â
âyouâ¦â
sheâd sit straight
up then:
âChinaski, you dance like a
queer, you dance like a
woman!â
âIâll kick your god-damned
ass!â Iâd say.
then sheâd put her head back on the
pillow: âI love you, Chinaski, I really
doâ¦â
sheâd start snoring then.
after a while
Iâd get into bed with
her. I wouldnât want to touch her
at first. she needed a bath.
Iâd get one leg up against hers;
it didnât seem too
bad. Iâd try the
other.
Iâd remember all the good days and the
good