XOXO, GRETTA

Erin Taylor

“they say he has a scat fetish,

he goes to the other dungeon.”

“oh yeah?”

I believe it now, you’re a real piece of shit.

wooden hangers flying at heads, audio recorders 

in the smoking room, a mirror that can be seen through

like the voyeuristic little shit you are. 

you couldn’t afford to say no to $220 to keep 

your employees safe.

couldn’t afford to turn on the air conditioning,

the heater unless some ugly john complained.

the man who wore sunglasses the whole time, the enema man

who just wanted to have somebody to talk to, the pussy john (PJ) 

predator who you pimped every new girl out to.

I have never wished ill on another human being until 

your ugly ass came into my life. you look like some sideline mobster

who gets killed off halfway through the movie, and you probably are 

yet somehow you are still alive? It feels like your character has gone 

vigilante somehow, but I mostly just want to push your face into

a pile of shit. I mostly want to whip your back until you can’t see 

straight. 

when you let the man beat me and I took off for a week

so my body could recover, you pretended to not know 

it had happened to my face. I want to hit your face with

the spiked paddle. I want you to feel so much pain. 

when I saw you in Koreatown three weeks ago, I glared you down 

and you glared me down. we are in some sort of sick duel and neither 

of us died but that’s because you can’t kill 

what’s already long dead. 

I love a world where the disgusting couch from the cross-dressing room

is pushed off into the koreatown traffic, with you on it! 

I long for a world where every abusive boss is 

sliced! I will not miss you, V! 

I wish you every ill,

from food poisoning to death by rats. 

Erin Taylor (@erinisaway) is an American writer and artist based in Brooklyn. Her writing has been featured at Allure, Hobart, Bitch, LAMBDA, Observer, and more. She runs the meme page @atmfiend.