Defragmented Suicidal Tendencies Poem by Joshua Mccoy

(I pull a tightly gripped cell phone out of my ripped khakis)


“Hey Johnny…”



“Hey what’s up man, haven’t texted you in a while”

“…yea”



“So how ya been these days man? ”
“…Good…”



“College life treating you good man? You know, the girls, the wild parties, the frat pranks”

“…it’s okay…”



“So why aren’t you all jumpy and giddy like the day you were leaving? “

“…Well you know…with the uh, economy and all…”



“oh okay, say, are you still with your girlfri—oh, um, right, well, she says hi and we just got back from our honeymoon”

“…tell her I say hi back…”



“She says she misses you but I highly kind of doubt it brah”

“…you don’t say…”



“Hey dude, I couldn’t help but notice your signature is kinda, I don’t know, weird, you okay man? ”



“hey man, hey! Hey! What are you doing? ! Talk to me man? ! ”



“this is not cool man! ! NOT COOL! ! Come on brah say SOMETHING! ! ”



“BRAH? ! ? ! ”



“oh my god…oh my god…OH MY GOD…”