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She changes the way I thought of awkward situations

When I met the eyes

Of an arrid woman

Mayonnaise hair soaked in piss

Gumming on the seat before her

She shifts her leg

With breath of cat food

And eyes as sad as the punished infant

She leans in my direction

I’ve been thinking about how things that always made sense before just kind of

stopped altogether when I inherited my terrible condition

Now I can’t stop thinking about sun and paper and other things a woman my age

shouldn’t be thinking about

And it makes my stomach rot

I guess what Im trying to say

Is lose yourself

As soon as possible

And it doesnt feel good but it doesnt feel bad either but theres nothing I can

do about it

But sit here and fall apart