These days I don’t build much but sit and wait for my bangs to grow out
At times I begin to worry that my cells have stopped chaining end on end
There’s a naked woman in every modern art show I know because in another city I saw a dozen
Their skin always hangs a bit looser and thinner than most bodies I’ve touched like a light tee before the wash tightens it up
Alison Thumel wanted to be a paleontologist when she grew up. That didn’t work out, so now she’s a writer in Chicago. She occasionally tweets at @alisynthetic.