One bite then the mad-
ness begins. Binge-stuffing my
face. Swallowing whole.
Sugar
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One bite then the mad-
ness begins. Binge-stuffing my
face. Swallowing whole.
One bite then the mad-
ness begins. Binge-stuffing my
face. Swallowing whole.
Olive pits. Glass shards.
Bent straw. He warns, It’s not a
garbage disposal…
Why bother vowing
change when you’re satisfied with
your lazy-ass self?
She blithely sails out
the door. No explanations
save her secret smile.
Buying a domain
name to monetize content.
The new bourgeoisie.
Sally Fields said it
best. Be they awards or page views,
validation’s sweet.
She talks of threesomes,
abortions, things her mother-
in-law would faint at.
Fine fountain pens, ink,
leather folders make work seem
like gracious living.
Photos we look bad
in. Braggy newsletter. That’s
how we keep in touch.
She can’t stand her. He’s
her ex, so don’t include them.
Can’t we go alone?