Email: September 20, 2012
By Tracy Dimond
I am trying to figure out ways
to distract myself.
I made the mistake of looking at my butt
in the bathroom mirror,
but still ate some bread.
I crop-dusted all over the mall
it was so shitty anyway
I didn’t look to see who was behind me.
I pretend I take care of myself,
go to the gym
to look at everyone
look in the mirror.
I go to the dentist,
turning words in my head.
I write everything down
she might scrape away
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