Becky Fisher--Know It All

Becky Fisher opens her eyes and takes off her little eye mask and she goes, what time is it baby, only baby isn’t here anymore, baby is living with that ugly slut, the one with the chin job and the suboxone habit. Becky isn’t angry, Becky likes a big empty bed, one where dreams lived and died. Becky is feeling happy, she takes one happy blue pill every night at 7 and then another when she wakes up at 7. 7 to 7 she calls it. They make her not feel stuff. It’s part of her master plan, the part where by not feeling she can stay on planet earth with all its ants and weird clothing made for special purpose sex. The pill's side effect makes the air smell of butter and makes being quiet almost like sleeping in the arms of someone that loves you but won't say it. Becky takes a blue one without water or any hope in a future. Becky Fisher can get through heartbreak! Becky fisher is All American. She was a cheerleader her big boobs bouncing so far up her chest they called her Torpedos. She remembers them fondly, now she is old and they aren’t big like that, they are small hanging on to her starvation frame for dear life.

Why did Conor lie about his broken cock and tell her that it didn’t look as much like a tomato as like an eggplant? And why did this make Becky actually go the Ralphs even though she doesn’t even shop Ralphs, she is a Whole Paycheck kind of girl to see one. Becky goes to the produce and chooses one out. A giant throbbing Eggplant, not the Japanese one either, but the ugliest fattest one she can find and she goes home and waits for Conor. Did it look like this Conor? Did it happen with the girl on the trapeze, the sex nerd? Is that what you forgot to tell me? Because now here we are. Like this. Me with my perfect pussy hole and my mouth that knows what to do but look at you, yours is BENT. Not right angle bent, but hurty kind of bent a bent that doesn’t make physical sense unless you have a giant pussy hole which I don’t, mine is small. Remember the story about the children’s speculum?

            Becky was not calm. Becky tried to remember the therapy session that made her feel better, the one where Becky got mad and instead of saying the same thing no one could ever help her with Becky just peed in her pants right there. She peed right through those little shorts that she had cut because she was featuring her thighs now that she was far away from her sexually repressed parents. And speaking of being far far away from sexual repression she had taken a female lover, that’s right---trying it on, just to see if she liked fisting better than cocks, only she was built too small so she never ever got to even try. Becky said, I’m a pillow princess and wouldn’t know what to do and plus it grosses me out. If we were both dudes then maybe because I like cock, but you cannot judge what God is not judging. Unless HE is and then we are both fucked anyway and Becky Fisher showed that girl the door and tried not to mention her giant chin hit her in a way that was painful and worse than that was the accent. Who has a gay irish accent anyway?

            Becky Fisher was All American, she had good breeding, a genetic lineage that she could follow to the Hearsts on one side and then there was the white trash bacon side. That was the side that seemed to pick her boyfriends.

            Becky Fisher landlords stole her bike and she called the cops and told them, if you don’t come now, someone will die. I have a knife and everything, but they didn’t come.  Instead a little Mexican named Sergio came. He tries to give Becky her bike back through the door, but she has her period and if he comes any closer she’s going to kill him with the knife. Never mind it’s a paring knife. For apples. Sergio is smiling. That dick shouldn’t be smiling. Becky says, what the fuck? Why were you born you mother fuck. Becky isn’t very smart when she gets mad. Anyway, She says show me the bike you ass-fuck. How dare you? Your children are going to die of eye cancer. Then he steps back from the door, he’s getting the picture that Becky is crazy. Step away you mother fuck. you’re gonna die. WALK AWAY. Becky is lost, screaming, red so that her eye mask to help eye fatigue are falling off ruining the look she had and completely destroying the relaxation the box promised. She puts down the knife and opens the door and brings the bike inside. She goes to her phone to look at the big giant perfect penis her friend sent her. She looks at it like a child would look at a teddy bear and she becomes calm. Who knows calm Like Becky Fisher. Becky Fisher knows what to do, she wrote affirmations that tell her so. Becky Fisher is pretty. Becky Fisher is not embarrassed for liking a big cock. Becky Fisher makes money. Becky Fisher is skinny. Becky Fisher has style and class and then the door rings.

            Becky is like now what, and then she goes to the door and it’s just the UPS guy, he’s got her straightening iron the one she’s been waiting for. The one that Gwenyth Paltrow used when she was pretty before she got old.