The Godfather by Mario Puzo
8 min @ The Tampered Press, TO
The center will not hold and things will fall apart. You told me that would happen but I didn’t care. I wanted what I wanted and what I wanted was you. I didn’t care how much of it you were willing to give me. I had a super persuasive argument called a Brazilian bikini wax. You didn’t even want a one night stand. But just one night I told you. We won’t use names, like that movie you love with Marlon Brando. Yeah, Last Tango in Paris. It’ll be sexy and romantic. Just one night. Ha! I knew it would go on and on through the weekend. We had too much coke for it not too. And then remember how I soothed you through the withdrawal of Monday morning? I know, it’s my fault I wanted to start using names, not pet names, but some way to communicate other than animal grunts. That shit got tired. You let me call you Vito Corleone. I thought that was a good compromise, until you wouldn’t let me call you anymore. I just hope you get this message. You don’t have to respond.
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