If you stare at a spreadsheet long enough
it will come alive
and turn into colors that must be fed with yeast in little bowls
Picking her up by the corset is the same thing as licking my brain
He can’t change anyone but he still has no friends
Beep beep red warning with no one near me on the open road
Don’t get hit by a car is really good advice
A sleeping woman is only the color of her hair
Nothing showed up on the x-ray
His real toe hovered around the bone
like a screen door to the afterlife
Why didn’t I write everything he said down
What would you do with all these tuition dollars
At a certain age freedom becomes a new kind of work
lifting your heavy body on the rings at the playground
At least we’re not in seventh grade anymore
OMG totally misread the title as Small Bitches. What is even wrong with me:)-