i joined the a.a.r.p for prescription discounts.  then i killed a doctor and stole his script pad, ran all over town hanging the little squares of paper.
i didn't kill the doctor. i seduced him. i grabbed him by the lapels of his white coat.  i changed my genitals in his head.  the ink was dry on my chart and the information still changed.

the backspace key.

i told the doctor i'd need several different scripts. i read off of a tattered list. i told him it was of no consequence that i'd be taking the pad.

i grabbed again at his coat. and she kissed him. on the neck and shoulders, never the mouth. she was an ageless prostitute. pickled on the streets and waiting rooms around town. she loved golf magazine. she was raised on golf magazine. i could hear her breathing outside the door. i sat naked on the disposable white sheet, eyeing the doctor, perched on his ubiquitous rolling stool. i wiped the grit from my ass with the rough paper. i grabbed again at the doctor's lapels. i held them and we listened to her breathing.