“nor are we talking about thousands” by Sasha at R Squared

Monday, March 11, 2013 at R Squared
5 minutes
The War Within (The New Yorker)
Jon Lee Anderson

I’ve got a tickle in my throat, a wish on my lips, a secret in my ear, and a pound in my heart. I’ve got two subway tokens, six hundred dollars in my bank account, a ten ounce Striploin defrosting on the counter, and a message from you, from twelve years ago, on my answering machine. I’ve got one bachelor apartment, one mistake that haunts my walks by the water, two hunded and fifteen Facebook friends, and a sticky note on the mirror in my bathroom that reads, ‘Floss your damn teeth’. I’ve got an appointment at the gynaecologist on Wednesday, night school on Friday, lunch with Talulah Jasmine today…