More Than Always
They say I’m always smiling and laughing. I say people might be continuously failing me in very small ways.
Perhaps I’d even smile and laugh more than always. Imagine. All this washing and scrubbing and grooming and feeding of the body.
I woke up and fried an egg. I cracked it on the pan and pressed it down and ate it in silence and no one was there and my body hardly made a sound.… Read the rest