Basic Training

by Mike Meraz

she says I am going to die alone.
but in all reality she will too.
she slams the bathroom door
as loud as possible
as an exclaimation point
to her previous statement.
I turn on the TV
and lay there
waiting for her to cool down.
she comes out of the bathroom
in a rush,
grabs something from the dresser drawer,
walks back into the bathroom
and slams the door as loud as possible.
she is waiting for me to do something
but this time I have done nothing wrong.
so I just lay there.
then she comes out of the bathroom
with a squirt gun I bought her two weeks ago.
she points it at my head
and pulls the trigger
again and again
until the water is out.
soaking wet,
I ask her,
“did that make you feel better?”
“no” she says,
as she walks back into the bathroom,
“you are going to die alone.”
she slams the bathroom door as loud as possible.
through the wall,
I can hear her talking to herself
about how stupid she was
for getting involved with me,
for trusting me, etc.
“are you alright, babe?” I ask
hoping to bring peace to the situation.
“NO!” she yells,
“YOU ARE GOING TO DIE ALONE!”
 
I think,
loneliness does not sound too bad.

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