Sometimes

Sometimes it’s hard to be a woman.
I crave to write, like a fat, pregnant woman craves watermelon or bread crumbs.
My neck and back feel like hot death right now.
I have clean laundry on my floor, wondering when they will return to their appropriate homes.
It’s so warm in my apartment as the little ghost hands of my cramps slowly torment me.

But then I remember…
Tiger balm
Orange water
Herb
Him
Dream
πŸ’™

Goodnight.

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