2001-05-22 || 1:28 p.m.

|| peanut butter skin ||

so my skin smells like peanut butter and my hair smells like carpet and there was a time when we would wear tighty whiteys together and when we sat on a bench you could see the elastic bands across our lower backs.

portland will be corduroy and plaid and shoes with the soles worn through. hair clippings on the carpet that i vacuum in patterns while you are in the bathroom looking at your new cut. sitting on the couch in front of the tv all of us smoking with the window cracked. laughing at nothing. laughing at the sexual harrassment i always seem to throw at you boys when i am around you.

i don't know, i used to be called 'the nun.' and i didn't have peanut butter skin back then.

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