Tuesday, January 18, 2011

sometimes it looks like the ceiling is coming closer

my old housemate's friend came into work
I remembered her boyfriend's name
I thought "her boobs look low,
is that what saggy boobs look are?"
because I have never known

it is bin day tomorrow
I've noticed instead of singing, I hum
my legs are whiter than my sister's
I've noticed my reading habits are declining
I don't know the words to any songs

In front of Roma tomatoes at the supermarket
I thought "you weren't looking so good on Sunday"
I noticed I said it out loud
I told myself off for being weird
I told myself to remember to write about it

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