If you go …
There’s drama, adult and pubescent, dancing around my head, poking at me to be remembered, damn it. I could sooner forget that than you; if only that had been choice B on the test, I would have filled in that circle with my number 2 pencil so hard the paper would have suffered annihilation. But there was no choice given.
Dangerous to embrace Elvii at 7:40 am, but nonetheless necessary on this, the hell week.
“Why can’t a woman
be just what she seems?
Must she be tarnished by men
who can only be men in their dreams?”
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