• Vol. 01
  • Chapter 10


it’s just the way you like it.
  no speck of dirt anywhere.
      even the water runs like it’s just broken away from a glacier.
      the mirror, shone every day with three different textured tissues
      until the pores and marks on my face stare back at me,
    volcano-like in their expression. threatening to spill the dirt.
  there’s not one thing amiss or out of place.