Gone native. Eating
chips doused in cheese, roast beef. Heart
attacks, pounds attach.
Long layover, Part 3: Out of control
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Gone native. Eating
chips doused in cheese, roast beef. Heart
attacks, pounds attach.
Boingo charged me eight
bucks for all-day internet.
Sucker born right here.
Drool on my cheek, it’s
dark, daylight gone. Sat on couch,
crashed, kidnapped by sleep.
Four days’ notice, it’s
500 bucks to fly coast
to coast. Got no choice.
Quit, burned bridges, then
asked for job back…in a text.
Guy’s got major balls.
Still-in-my-bathrobe
day, a car without gas that
can’t leave the garage.
Hear myself rambling
on, using sixty words when
six would do, and cringe.
God, stupid parents
How’s work? Boyfriend? Pretend to
care but want me gone.
as told to Evernote this morning
writing the story
of my life so far only
seeing blank pages