Posterity Is Now A Thing Of The Past

A Slender Man’s story

One double espresso.
When was this?
There’s no date.
Just the server’s name, Nadia.
And the time, 2:00 p.m.
I don’t remember.
My name‘s here but
I don’t understand.
I mean,
there must be twenty ways
to use coffee filters, so
why do I procrastinate?
That’s not my name.

There must be twenty ways
to blow up the world.
The solution is to
divide the issue
into tertiary,
secondary,
and primary concerns.
If I apply this maxim
to my current dilemma,
I would say,
my name,
is of secondary importance.
I am what I am.

A baby child, rosy cheeked and succulent,
had the audacity to bad-mouth me the other day.
Her odors were there,
a rich, slightly metallic smell.
“Why do you adore the dead but battle the living?” she asked.
That really pissed me off.
What was I to do?
Drive her insane?
Disembowel her?
Rip her still beating heart from her chest?
“It’s getting cold, baby child.
Come closer so I can warm you up.
Closer child, closer.”

Decisions, decisions…