How much swagger do I
want?
—Dana Ward
Woman falls off cliff while raking leaves.
Scratch that last thought, I just ordered a
pizza. But my skin is
very oily.
Won’t you come with me?
With you
I’m always more social.
He asks me
how I lost all of my charisma. Freud
suggests it’s on hiatus.
With my
libido. (Drumroll,
please.)
Many hours later, I don my
windmill costume and join you
for lunch. It costs
forty-two
dollars and seventy-five cents.
