A Wrinkled Old Shirt is Completely Wrapped Around you

I woke you up to tell you about the layer of sugar on my teeth, but nothing came out.I felt like I couldn't open my mouth, like there was pure syrup  in between my molars, holding it shut. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the light and looked  in the mirror with squinty eyes. It was true, I couldn't open my mouth. I  kept staring at myself, how tired I appeared. How my hair was all curly and messy and my eyes looked really green against such pale skin. I wondered  when I would be able to tell everyone, or if any of them  would understand or believe me.

You're Walking Toward Me

When you asked me how to pronounce my last name, I wondered why you wanted to know. Then I put 10 dollars in your jar and told you I was never coming back. There are drunk people here, and it's weird. It's Friday night, but it's not a bar. I will walk out that door in 45 minutes. There are coffee beans in this dusty lamp, and red swirls on a green table near tall chairs. They sound like they're at a football game. She is a snob. The collar of her jacket is erect. That chocolate cake looks gross. A sign that says "You can agree with me or you can be wrong" is facing me. I'm glancing at t-shirts hanging from the ceiling. You two are in the corner and you're intense and you're really in love. She's wearing a red skirt with cowboy boots and she's little and she's drinking a strawberry smoothy. And they won't stop coming out of that room, where apparently they are being served hard alcohol. I'm drinking this tea thinking about how I'm going to bed in an hour. I'm in my own head. I always am. I'm looking at your hat and I don't really like it. There are board games on shelves to my right. There is a window pane right above me. A small Christmas tree huddles in the corner. I'm listening to Mason Jennings. I'm pretending that he's singing this song to me. There are ugly pictures on the wall. I just thought of my old cat Brutis, and I miss him. The snob's sidekick is kissing her boyfriend. He has a pointy nose. They belong together. There are old books on a wine rack to my left. I don't want to read any of them. I can't stop thinking. I'm thinking that tommorrow is Christmas Eve. I'm thinking how I have to work and I don't want to. I'm thinking that the gym isn't open early enough for me to run, and that gives me anxiety. I'm wondering if I can try to run on the icy sidewalks. That's not a good idea. I'm becoming sickened by their PDA's. Enough is enough. This part of the song kind of creeps me out, but it's pretty. He's fumbling with strands of beads. She keeps touching his shoulders. You're wearing dangly earrings and I think if I knew you personally, we'd be really good friends. She is wearing a black sweater tied around her waist and she has long blond hair. It smells like turkey dinner in here. I like her jeans. I want some really expensive jeans. I also want all of the "Free People" sweaters I can get my hands on. Especially that green one I tried on today at the mall. I despise the mall. I have a lingering headache. I made brownies earlier for Christmas at grandpa's. Ick. I do not like brownies. I've had enough of this tea. They have a lot in common. They're smoking outside now, and she keeps smiling at me.