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Unfathomable Miscellany
Evelyn Dawn
Stalactite Wishes
I can always tell when you're doing the
laundry. I can smell the detergent from
the front door as I step inside. The
entire house reeks of dryer sheet. I
think to myself that I have made a
cunning observation, and decide that
I'll probably use it in something I
write later on. Despite the fact that I
hate it when the smell of clean clothes
is staggering like it is right now. I
reach for my lower lip and remember that
that part of me is missing. I recall
removing it yesterday morning because I
couldn't take the swelling anymore. In
response you of course took likewise
actions. I guess we both became
something we didn't want to be anymore.
The kids with the silver lips. I'll be
with stalactite wishes. That is to say,
you'll get your way. Meanwhile I'll
continue to think about glittering
stones that hang from the ceiling. You
always saide I was in my own world. I
think there's a lot of truth to that.