picture this:
girl, in underwear.
chicken, on counter.
window, open.
eating, with hands.
prayers, spoken.
the girl is me and i am the girl, maybe the chicken is me now too because it is in me
The person you buy Olipop's from at the corner store, then discuss the scientific make up of Olipop's with at the corner store. The person that comes into your shop on a weekly basis for book recs that match with their current crisis. Ask their name! Remember their name? It feels like a lil' forehead smooch. We're all neighbors.
