Please turn the TV off

I look damn good in clothes today. My guts cinched. A high waisted skirt. A poppyseed punctuating my teeth, hidden, my tongue works it out is working. I get chills, I sweat after showers. Nails ripped like notes from a pad. birth control breakfast, before coffee. I need a car. I need the West. I need hills bushed with green tufts. I need golder hills. I swallow nails. Exfoliate. Pluck stray hairs around nipples. Loose a tooth. dream about it. Flick bathroom lights. Spiders limp, broken legs. I hear behind me a young mother sentenced. I need a child. I would have taken her child.

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