as i wash the dishes because my mom told me to.
fingers, in an unfamiliar state, dry and pruned,
reeking of bleach when I finish.
but I have ambition to be the greatest dish washer of all.
todays the day. the limit of my ambitions.
and people frown as I describe my eleven oclock classes.
my undecided major.
what will the real word think of you taylor?
in plain tennis shoes, keds, the androgynous choice of children everywhere, I stand wide-eyed, blinking, grasping for a defense.
good intentions. thats what I have. good intentions.
take that. yeah.
how humbling is perspective.
what kind of conversation killer would the truth be-
'is person who fights against the objectification of
women a career option?'
feels a little heavy.
'aaaand youre a business major..cool.'
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I love you. I'm not sure what else to say. Well, and glad you're finally home.
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