Stories Every Day

Woodchips scratch the inside of my knees.                                                          My hair is covered in dirt.                                                                                 “I love you,” I say. 

My shoulders are pinned down on an oilcloth motel sheet.                                       Your sweat drips on my face; my eyeliner’s running.                                                ”I love you,” I say.

We eat cereal for breakfast.                                                                              You’ve got a hangover from the night before.                                                      You owe me fifty bucks. Still, I love you.                                                 

The second time you get drunk, I can’t even cry.                                                 Still, I tell you I love you.                                                                                         

1. Wear sour-smelling pajamas for at least two days.  Don’t take them off.

2.Spend sleepless nights watching reality TV reruns.

3. Ruminate about your pitiful life.

4. Cry.

5. Stare at the TV until you stop thinking about your pitiful life.

6. Feel mildly comforted by your disgusting pajamas.

7. Feel disgusted by your comfort.

8. Cry.