She went off, thinking:
This will be it, the ultimate
If I succeed, theyll know for sure im worth it
And at the end of a year and some months, ill know it
And he’ll wait

But will he?
Can i prove my worth through the minutes he sits alone
through the weeks he waits for my letters
And at the end of it say that i am the one
and he waited
and waited

Then Ill know

But she comes back like, This Conversation is Over
More belittled than before, with half the vigor
Forgotten and isolated
abandoned by herself

IM SO FAT!
Can you believe how disgusting this is…
And they are so ***** there,
My fate is concealed in the the dishsoap wiping away
the grease and disaster

Home is solitude
and multitude
It’s the brief moments of alone-ness behind the veil of entrapment


He came and waited, anticipating the kiss
From the moment he saw my shirt to the moment he hit the ground, his thought was
Ali.

And he waited.