POETRY: My Old Pal Uncle Joey

So I’m sitting there, just sitting there at my desk when the phone rings.
Ring! Ring!
And so I pick it up, you know, to see who’s on the other end.
Hello?
And guess who it is?
Who?
My old pal Uncle Joey.
The pervert? That child molester guy?
Yep, the same.
So, Danny, how you doing now?
Uh, who’s this?
You know, your old pal Uncle Joey.
So, I’m thinking, what the hell’s this about, I mean, I thought he was in jail.
I thought you was in jail.
Well, I was, but they let me off for good behavior.
The fucks.
That’s what I’m thinking.
Oh.
So, I’m in town, I thought I’d look you up.
Look, Uncle Joey, I mean…
We can be friends, can’t we? I mean, that was a long time ago.
Uncle Joey…
All of this bringing up all these bad memories…
I’m sure.
…you used to make me suck your cock on the swingset.
Yeah, well, I’m sorry about that.
I’m getting mad now.
That’s supposed to make me feel better?
Well, I’m all reformed now. I just wanted to see how you turned out.
How I turned out…
I’m about to lose my shit.
…what the fuck, Uncle Joey, how I turned out!
Hey, you don’t need to yell, son.
I’m not your goddamn son, you fuck!
Look, I told you I was sorry.
I hope you fucking rot and die.
Then what?
Well, I hung up the phone.
(beat)
Pretty fucked up, man.