the sideways eight
The hardware floor is always cold isn’t it? And the tile, and vinyl, and laminate.
small ghosts scurry from the lips of the morning, as she tries to give a bit of encouraging yellow but the carpet and the crescent just scoff.
a(n) backwards me) on the path)
I call CARIN, will you know me
un)(dressed and de)
)serving
this close, so close
to human. I am yet
people aren’t born this way.