Waiting for a Pixelated Godot
I cover my lips in toothpaste and pretend I am kissing Mr. Colgate himself. I avenge my sister’s death which either will happen, has always happened, or never happened at all. I trace my body in chalk and yellow caution tape. I tongue a glass whiteboard. I stab myself with a Swiss Army knife while trying to open a package from China. I get ignored. I ignore, but mostly I get ignored by you. I am waiting for a pixelated Go...
