We were going to just be friends but then we slept together.
It was random, and I did nothing to provoke it.
Anyway, this whole student loan situation
seems to be blown out of proportion.
No one notices when I’m late to work.
I just forgot to eat.
I only drink once or twice a week. And when I do
I get drunk off only two glasses of wine.
I don’t need to check the box for domestic—
he didn’t mean to. He thought I was awake.
I don’t need to check the box for insomnia.
The pot isn’t a problem. I love my boyfriend.
I like dogs. I like raw tomatoes.
The wine isn’t a problem. I can have two helpings
tonight because I worked out
yesterday. I can have my cake and I don’t like her
in that way I just wish I looked like that.
If I cut the pill in half. If I wake up earlier tomorrow.
The truth is, we’re very happy.