stephanie

Sometimes apples are poison. Sometimes hair’s not long enough. Sometimes dogs shit in your yard when you don’t even have one. Sometimes you step in it and it stinks for days. Sometimes he pulls my hair. I like it. Sometimes I throw the other glass slipper because I don’t Want him to find me. Two hundred and sixteen hours. Sometimes I feel like laughing when laughing is the most inappropriate thing to ever do. Clay’s dog had a seizure on our living room floor right in front of the door. I keep picturing him there. Sometimes I drink too much coffee and it makes me want to vomit. Sometimes my best friend calls and I reject it. Sometimes I want to bite his neck until it bleeds. He will never forget me and everyone will know. Sometimes we eat peanut butter ice cream and throw cherries at open mouths. I watch his mouth move. It makes me want to fuck. We blew bubbles on the freeway and covered the woman’s windshield. She screamed Spanish profanities. We laughed. Sometimes I throw things. I want to be like him. Sometimes I drink Southern Comfort. It gives me a biased opinion. Sometimes we run naked on my birthday and put our bare asses on a church. We laugh because we’re all going to hell.