Poem: How I Met Patrick Bateman

A poem about the time I bought American Psycho. Well, my mum did…

Here’s something. When I was 15,
I wanted to read American Psycho;
banned book, shrink wrapped

available only with ID that proved
you were 20. I asked my mum,
she Said get in the car. She drove

me to town. We took the book
to the counter, and the person there
asked my mum who it was for.

Mum told her to mind her own
business. Then we left the store.
And I was carrying the book.