—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.
