Freewrite: Ennui #1

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I sitin the box, legs cocked up in rebellion the sunroof wide openlike the thighs of a hookerletting in heat; or the roar of the wind breaking. I sit in skinny jeans and tan socksbecause I want to be what I used to be but I’m not. So also, a long dress that falls mid-shinand shell top shoes still intact on the broad side. I wantto get out of hereto take a moment for teaand attention to breath to get lost in the bird talk I long to decipher. But…read more