I broke my fork eating my potatoes….
what do i do now?
why does this feel like the end of the world
it’s just a flimsy fucking plastic fork
we have many downstairs, i can go grab another
or i could just eat with my fucking hands
like the animal i am
i’ve played the same song over about 17 times now
i so badly want to blast it on my rocket sized speaker
but i don’t want the 2 boys who live with me to think i’m up here balling my eyes out
because i’m not
yet.
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Author:
creature girl (
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- Comment from author about the poem: just sum ting in my notes app
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