My Body Stole My Hair: A Poemish Thing

My body let me wake up today, which was sweet of her.

Then she decided to knock me back out for about three hours when I really had better things to do.

I wish she’d ask me about my plans for the day before she does these things.

Cunt.

And we need to have a meeting about the condition of my shoulder. Quite sore. I get the feeling she’s been out partying while I’ve been home playing house with the Brady Bunch.

The voice came alive inside her head.