I layered the powders and flipped my hair. I keep getting called a girly-girl lately even with my spirit that matches the rounds of an elephant as a whore rhino passes through…in my fifteenth pair of cargo pants I’ve worn this month. This too is a joke. But it made me think of you. You always said you didn’t like that crap on my face. You didn’t understand why I wore it. It wore you out, I suppose because you wanted to see me bare. Bare in nature. Bare in my bedroom. Bareness within my soul that I haven’t harnessed yet; yet you’ve claimed to discover. In me? I suppose or I guess, I haven’t figured out “what is proper” in reply. Could or CaN, something like that. I may know what you’re talking about…
I suppose I wanted you to see me bare in spirit. That’s why I took a break? No unilateral or dispersed allegories. I stopped wearing makeup because I stopped hiding from you. I was tired of waking up dictating half an hour of my oh, so precious time I love to waste in my twenty four pints of entertainment daily. I washed one down, maybe a half as well on top of the pint – because I wanted to look pretty. It was a gift!! Why would I not use it?
So all I’m saying is, you’re not one of those assholes that pick up girls just because you saw something beautiful and familiar. I’m not familiar to you. You know me. I hope you think I’m beautiful today; we just may be on the same page this time.