interesting. I am a wooden garment. I am a clumsy registered nurse. I wear clodding shoes, once white, old leather cracking and soiled at the heels. my athleticism has long transformed into stockiness. my hair has lost its impact, growing over the years from chestnut brown to drain-water and is sensibly cut. I wake each morning and comb it after brushing my teeth. I floss and spit out a small thread of blood. I make friends with the staff in the foodish break room. I smile and laugh but my stomach refuses to unclench.

you are somehow living without me. leaving me suspended in fluid and brushing and flossing my teeth