overnights at the famous designer's
house, her closets full of small silk dresses, lace and long necklaces.
products in the bathroom with labels in french, in german, greek. i feel
an impostor here with my dirty hands and my scarred thighs. eating
her licorice in the middle of the night.
she has a skinny mirror and in it i look fat.
the dogs are kind and snuffly and asleep already on the silk sheets. i cannot join them until i deserve that sort of comfort. i cannot join them until i know where i fit in.
not in this world. but if not in this, than which?
she has a skinny mirror and in it i look fat.
the dogs are kind and snuffly and asleep already on the silk sheets. i cannot join them until i deserve that sort of comfort. i cannot join them until i know where i fit in.
not in this world. but if not in this, than which?
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