i pass a woman on her sea green beach cruiser who's always wearing a short skirt and heels and is humming to herself. every day we cross paths sooner than the day before. i wonder if she's ealier or i'm later.
this man comes into the store and doesn't make eye contact with anyone. just picks up his coffee cup as usual and fills it with chocolate samples, scrutinizing every piece with a furrowed brow.
i keep sticking feathers from the ground into my pigtail, which might eventually lead to mites and parasites.
last night i dreamed about dozens of tiny baby hermit crabs in tiny baby hermit crab shells. they were so fucking cute and crawling everywhere. when i woke up i remember that i've seen this before and when they walked across the palm of my hand, they were as light as air. i couldn't even feel them.
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