I am naked and wearing a football helmet. in many ways, I am the memory my son has of taking a bath. a picture doesn’t last any longer than it takes me to look at it. when it’s my sister I can hear her pointing out
assaulted
places. poor places, poor puppy. I don’t know why I am a child. my sister has no problem listening to herself. her last blank book had only a title, a running joke she quoted from and called shower days. to date, my son has had one seizure. he shook the provided angel. my body was at a press conference.
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC
I am naked and wearing a football helmet. in many ways, I am the memory my son has of taking a bath. a picture doesn’t last any longer than it takes me to look at it. when it’s my sister I can hear her pointing out
assaulted
places. poor places, poor puppy. I don’t know why I am a child. my sister has no problem listening to herself. her last blank book had only a title, a running joke she quoted from and called shower days. to date, my son has had one seizure. he shook the provided angel. my body was at a press conference.
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