Here we all are. Antibacterial.
Etcetera, etcetera. I definitely adore
the den our family sect has
indoctrinated into. Other times
I'd like to bolt. I'm ashamed to admit that.
I like the way my lemon leather scented
couch egg crates my caste.
Nevertheless, my life bores me.
Nevertheless, I'm grateful.
In Africa the snakes were more terrifying
than than the stares. The baboons would've
devoured me like barbecue.

Written by Sara Fielder © Apr 2017