Friday, December 2, 2011

something about the smell of rotting flesh and fifteen minutes and going to the doctor every month and chipping teeth. something about womanly curves and brain vs. food and running around naked to not be mistaken for a 12 year old boy. something about you with other females and me not wearing makeup and not being able to breathe and how I don't think I own vintage clothing. something about being little and and my mom was a beautician and how the smell of tobacco and perfume at the bottom of a purse as my favorite smell and babies being pushed through teenage vaginas.

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