Just like rolling my back over a dead bug in the grass, here, my mother’s moth-bitten blanket
lies between me and a dirty T-shirt. When a wafer transports you to church morning tea (10
am service) and when A is for Apple and B is for Batman, dirty socks sit beside shoes kicked
off outside (with sheets kicked to the bottom of the bed)
This is red, this is yellow, this leaf is yellow.
Happy, nice, alone, sad, my name is Lauren and I like to watch tv. I don’t like cars except
yellow ones and I like when the whole place smells like raisin toast
-like a horse seeing fireworks for the first time- like a cold night- a warm dinner. Just like the
Civic DVD video sale and microwave cake in a cup. big windows, street sweepers, banana
bread and playing Wii on the weekend- the best bit was always stealing my brothers Lego
and lying about it.