Taking Pills In Public
I hate to ruin your childhood, but slice and bake cookies aren’t any good. The oil coats your tongue, forms a seal that only the taste of sugar and preservatives can penetrate. I’ll get back to you on Hamburger Helper when I remember how to shop for more than one thing. All of my apertures are open. On the best days they let in too much light, on the worst the background blurs. I thought slice and bake cookies would resolve this. You wonder why I’d do this now when all I have at home are Whole Foods bags filled with pictures of the dead and imaginary places like girl scout camp and San Francisco. I’ll tell you. One night when you were gone I took my mother’s coral necklace wrapped it tight around my throat and tried to breathe.