going against the grain

of my own happiness

not feeling A

but saying B

to please X

and my own fatamorgana of heaven

as it is on earth

yr crooked middle finger

love handles

jutting out of yr bargain-basement mondays

i luv yr thick ankles

and the way u kept talking

with indomie goreng

hanging off the corner of yr mouth

i dont know if this is A or B

but someone told me once

if you dont want people to understand what you mean

then why bother writing it down?

thanks ms Y.