vegetarian bedtime stories

hannah bit down on her lip, her tongue had suffered earlier / mouth full of blood, she choked/ do you do that because you're afraid of talking? / hannah could sense that somebody knew her, their eyes searched her face in a familiar way, she clasped tightly onto the nearest magazine, Southern Cooking, and focused on a picture of someone's cheeks full of the pasta being advertised, she wished that smile was real, and it was 10 till / the wall has ripples because of all the sounds it collects, the lint brush missed a spot on his jacket, and his feet kept shifting from left to right, so I kept shaking my legs because the energy is hard to fight / boredom, followed by introduction, bits of spinach in your teeth / 'don't forget your lunch honey' / A book on the Atkins diet, and the anger pouring from your mouth like the stench of meat, ketones create a blockage, and give off the smell of feet / you shook my hand, as if you were trying to wake it up, CPR,  one last chance for me to feel something / I took it back, and frowned, my brain bruised with confusion, I've never had a male ask me those questions / and I filed a report saying my psychiatrist recommended female's in the field / even that felt false / I slipped on the edge of the tub tiles, uneven, and my hair broke my fall,  collecting in the sides of the bathroom, I looked up at the curtain rod,  and hoped it wouldn't follow me / my reflection was more honest this way/I can still smell that meat/



mostly notes,
casey