one day I will use a big fat paintbrush to dribble words down the lines of a smudged, showered-on notebook, unfortunately lined, unfortunately learn'ed to be of unsatisfactory trees? NOh!!!
then call for a chocolate bar
school did not prepare me for this
and there's no one to tell me what to do
It's all up to WHO?
"Take a nap, sweetheart," never confirmed by a persian.
And no one ever told me I could do whatever I set my "mind to."
These are changeable times.
I don't even try to kill the house millipedes that come from the corner because I've learned that they eat spiders, and it's better to have more legs on one creature than more creatures running around on their legs.
Turn THAT into an illustration.
Sleeping to avoid them is a strategy reserved for stepmom and stepdad
and at 28 I am 4 weeks of years (a month of years) ready for a medal for trying-just-barely
bare legged and measured by only past versions of me (4: one for each year's week)
I used to shave my legs religiously
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