Freewrite: Ennui #1

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I sit in the box, legs cocked up in rebellion the sunroof wide open like the thighs of a hooker letting in heat; or the roar of the wind breaking. I sit in skinny jeans and tan socks because I want to be what I used to be but I’m not. So also, a long dress that falls mid-shin and shell top shoes still intact on the broad side. I want to get out of here to take a moment for tea and attention to breath to get lost in…read more