see you next tuesday

sometimes i forget
what a bitch
i am
& it always surprises me
when i realize
all over again
that i am so totally
a cunt.

i would actually rather be called a cunt than a bitch. i just like “uh” sounds better than “ih” sounds. i have been called a bitch more than once to my face (or directly behind my back.) shocking, i know.
i don’t know if anyone other than me has called me a cunt. i might start requesting it. like, if you have to call me a derogatory term of a feminine nature…go with cunt…or twat…but please don’t call me a bitch.
i used to joke that when i was a kid i thought a cunt was a car that wouldn’t start. i learned all my curse words from my father, an explosive mechanic, as he screamed them from under the hood of a car.
maybe this is another reason the word does not bother me the way it bothers most american.