Three Line Lunch: Destiny in the ER

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 144

Destiny in the ER

Destiny’s a drunk transexual smiling with blood on her teeth, Frankenstein stitches
On her cheek, biker boyfriend at hand. She tripped and bashed her face in a parking lot.
“Bring me Atavan!” she yells, laughing. “Before my DTs start! You can’t keep me here!”