By David Derey
There wasn’t even a clean cup left in the cupboards, so I drank from bottles and ate on the newspaper, using only my hands, my body compelling me to eat finally, after dizzy spells, nausea, and exerting rabbit shits into the toilet for days, but I never read it, the newspaper, maybe I was afraid there’d be something in it about her, and on day 20, my clothes started to bother my nostrils so bad I started using the curtains as clothes, not only as toilet paper. I couldn’t sit around naked, you know.
Though, if I did: Who’d care?
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