you expected. It doesn’t start at the beginning. There’s no music. There’s no soft opening. There’s no early bus ride through the fancy part of town. There’s no spirit. There’s no idea. There’s no reason to be taken seriously.
She makes a game of collecting sex toys. One from every city.
She has a dull pain down the right side of her body.
She writes about her mother.
She eats banana peppers and quinoa.
She likes putting things down. Putting things down and looking at them is like her favorite thing.
God bless America.
Jessica Anne 