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I’d rather sit in the corner of a one stall bathroom I just shit in while my unwashed hands

make sweet swiping love to my pitch phone screen. Rather watch my 

clipped toenails hit strangers faces. steal toilet paper, condoms, tampons, 

and lunch from the same store without a bag to stash them in. Have no back pockets. Or 

lotion door handles. Shit, pee through my underwear — soak ‘em wet for the

rest of the day. Even thrust my naked feet into snow filled boots.

I’d rather pay a thousand dollars i don’t have. Watch wife swap for twenty four hours. or

have the handle of my hamper sever on the way down the stairs. Rather update my

computer with all my open files unsaved. Dip my favorite scarf in oil paint. Or forget the 

headphones on an eight hour day. get bedbugs from public transit. Maybe even

find cockroaches in my bedsheets. Lose my passport abroad. I’d rather be 

stranded in an open field on a negative eleven wind chill night than 

tell someone how i really feel.