I stretch in a futile attempt to straighten my spine. I try to touch the ground.
just give up
I stretch in a doorway. Maybe my shoulders will get narrower.
you’ll never be more feminine than you already are
I stand on one leg like a dancer and stretch my leg behind me. I knew all those years of ballet would come in handy.
The dishes are always piled up. The mail is always piled up. Clothes, trash, scraps of to-do lists.
I’m always one laser treatment away from taking my drivers license photo. One paycheck away from starvation.
And I don’t know what I’m doing, I don’t.
I can’t keep up, but I’m cutting it somehow. And I need to cut it tomorrow and every day beyond tomorrow, if I have any chance at anything.
I stand in the flattering light of a women’s washroom. In a science building, this is like an executive lounge – pristine and empty.
just give up already