Sprinkles on Everything
I still have a little bit of a noggin but
sometimes it’s just too big for my
britches. He turns up while I’m
sitting on Iris, says “Now everyone
we know is famous!” I lie down.
It’s just another list.
Who’s up for a public debate
on photo #17? We can buy a
bottle or two of wine, invite
a few people over, and make
like it’s comedy night.
Maybe other people will
start to think he actually
speaks? I’m such a fool,
I guess. I just cried and
told him not to say any-
thing. Having sex now
will make it all okay,
I think.
Then we went for a
walk on the beach.
My feelings are
confirmed. I’m
going to look
for a new job.
