It all seemed silly now.
She tied a ribbon around her waist and wasted away.
There were buildings, lights, drums, diners, traffic, boxes, cracked paint, and fog in the old book
She would have been somewhere else, a new place, a scary place, somewhere on a bus by herself.
She pulled tighter now.
He had captured her by the ends of a thread and reeled her in by the tips of her toes-
she was pleased and wondered so:
How is it that I'm here?
The fan in the living room spun cool air onto her chest
Why am I here?
The dogs upstairs snored softly.
What is all of this?
Tighter.
She grazed the room with a sweeping look that mopped the floors and had her hooked.
There was nothing but carpet and hot air there.
A screaming cockatoo
A wet floor
Sheets in a bundle piled by the door.
Where would she have been right now somehow one month ago without?
Not starting over, over, over
She is starting over, over, over
Tighter now
tightest
pull tight girl!
TIGHT!
She disappeared all together.
ribbon on the floor.
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