Now My Wings Fit

Thunder Thighs

My thighs chafe in the
hot weather and make my stretch
marks look like claw marks.

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We Have Nothing to Lose But Our Chains

We are told we live in a meritocracy, so we blame our failures on ourselves.

No. No It Isn’t.

1666:
the city of London burns.
Theological?

Doorstopper

I had a book that
was a doorstopper: when I
opened it, doors froze.

A New Low

I had to ask a
stranger to help me get a
thing down off a shelf
while in the supermarket:
slightly humiliating.

The Sense of an Ending

Maybe
I don’t
want you anymore.

How
can you
even say that?

I Promise, I’m Not Looking at Your Boobs

If you are wearing
a t-shirt that has writing
on it, I will stare
at your chest until I’ve worked
out exactly what it says.

While I Was Walking Home

Saw a disheveled dog today: a scruffy ruff.

One of Those Moments When the Stars Align

Watching
bunny videos
while listening to

‘I
Just Died
in Your Arms

Tonight’.
Methinks it
an appropriate soundtrack.

I Am My Own Worst Enemy

Don’t let anyone
tell you you can’t do something:
not even yourself.

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