Before
21 Before Where to begin after so long? Without really knowing him, it’s hard to tell if he’s a true fan or just fickle. Before him, I couldn’t eat or sleep or did too much of both. But tonight I’ll start with the shave— I think he craves legs. I’ll lean over in the shower and shave up the entire thigh for once, instead of stopping at the knees, until I catch sight of the back and wonder, can cellulite be cured? Then there’s the tennis elbow that slows my grip, but it’s too late for steroid therapy. Can they do breast implants in an hour? There’s always the pimple on my forehead that I could plan a garden around. I heard a dab of egg white works. Next it’s the tweezing of hair between my eyebrows— the camera always spots liars. The TV in the other room says searchers found a girl’s body today. And I wonder why death is worth talking about. I already have 22 the hottest shoes, I’ve studied Suddenly Single—Bounce Back with a 3-Step Plan twice. But the corset in my closet still carries its tags. Each year my horoscope says it’s my year for love, as I walk through rooms, tall and white, carried by some current. ...
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