Abstraction

This is one of my favorite poems I've written, by far.

Apathy

My girl is screaming at me,
nothing new I suppose. She
says she’s gonna leave, grabs
as much of her shit as she can,
stuffs it in a bag, and walks out,
slamming the door behind her.
I really didn’t have anything to 
say, and besides, She’ll come 
back, she always comes back.

But if she doesn’t, oh well,
She wasn’t that good anyway,
and I have better things to 
waste my time on. I grab 
the beer next to me, the one 
I opened the night before.  
I take a swig. It’s flat, 
but it’ll get my drunk,
and that’s all that matters.

I move around until I find
the perfect spot on the couch,
find the remote, and turn on 
the TV. Flipping through the
channels, I find nothing of
any interest to me, so I settle
on an infomercial, one about
knives.  

The host is cutting through 
a shoe with one of the knives,
and I think, “why would anyone
want to cut through a damn shoe?”
If I had one leg, and some extra
shoes lying around, then I might
have a use for such a knife.  

My girl walks in, just as I thought
she would, and gets in the path 
between me and the TV. She
always does shit like this, it’s
the only way she can get me
to pay any attention to her. She 
says to me, “I heard somewhere
that apathy kills.”

I look at her in a blank stare,
and say, “Yeah, but I don’t care.”