Kristen Orser

Dear immediacy,

At least you can envision something. 

                                                Hello, I am dumb—    I mean mute.  I mean I cannot hear

you over the voice in my head that picked up a few words to put under her dress and REPEAT, REPEAT, REPEAT, REPEAT.

My sister tried to put me back in our mother's stomach.  There are some days I'd like to put back in my button ear, but most of the time I'd like to put myself in someone else's femur.  Really, I want to sleep with everyone just because it's frightening to think someone would want anything more than sleep.  This is not that much of secret, but I hold it like it is (or like it's at least something). 

A friend of mine—who is me—loved someone so much she never wanted to see him again.

                                                To wake up next to someone and want to spend the whole day looking at their toes is as unbearable as those wheat barley cookies I used to eat because they were good for me. 

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