(Let’s say I’m the romantic interest from someone else’s novel)

I’m waiting for the appearance of an object again: A ring pop or the jolly rancher William put up his nose. Autonomy means having to deal with the conditions. The quiet hour

was the hour I should have said something. On the pillow I said, “I might put this pillow over my head when I’m sleeping.” You said, “You might not.” We both knew it was true

that I would never take that residency in Iceland, but I wanted you to not want me to take it.

I remember when I made a cardboard box into a house and wore the cardboard box/house and a pair of black stockings. I wandered around the neighborhood until I was out of the neighborhood and thought about sending myself back to myself through the mail.

the price of stamps went up again and I only had enough for the old price of stamps. I’d never thought of forever stamps because everyone was always saying forever was a big joke. This was the same day you wore a wearable body organ and screamed into a bag. I kept that bag. I also kept

a mirror under my skirt because I wanted to see myself the way you saw me. I never did

like the way some people always pay complete attention.



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