crouch into a stall east of vine. you’re making me uncomfortable heather.
woman, i’m uncomfortable just existing.
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I’m trying not to be an ass kisser, but seriously you are so talented. Your writing always brings tears to my eyes.
“woman, i’m uncomfortable just existing.”
Are all these snippets true, or fiction, or both?
true, but sometimes a mix of a few different events
Man this is good stuff. The illusions to drug use in a bathroom stall or something unsavory in the first stanza, the dialogue and the after thought that follows it, the memories while walking past some place, the drink that gets ordered that seems needed to forget the memory, then the self deprecating indifferent last line-I’m not sure which is the best part.
Heather could be a writer to watch for
heather is a writer to watch for..
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