Monday November 4, 2019
from the the sticker package
I’m not sure what you’re getting at here, with your well shaped nose and your strange scent… Is it pizza? Is it oil of oregano? Are you sick? I mean I see that you’re tapping into some sort of cosmic importance, or trying to. Maybe the trying is enough? That line between your eyebrows is getting deeper each day that goes by, each time you lie through your teeth. Good teeth. Straight teeth. Your father spent thousands on those teeth. I wonder if Kaitlin will get your teeth, or Nancy’s. You are good looking and that’s irritating to me. It distracts from the evading evading evading. It’s only when we’re lane swimming, side-by-side, going at our own paces, that I truly feel I know you.