There’s an airplane flying outside of my window and the hum of an infomercial on my television. There’s a warmth to my skin and a new freckle on my nose. Go turn the piano on and let’s talk to ourselves. Let’s go get that fly on the wall when he’s not looking; I hope that he can’t hear me. I cut my lip but I like that the way it looks and the way that the girl with chapped lips never cared. There are times that I’m positive that I only have one eye open. Do you not understand?


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