Lost in time

My books need changing at the library, but that would mean putting on a proper bra. We have tickets for an afternoon concert … but that would mean putting on a proper bra. Calendars have been abandoned. Without the mid-afternoon spiteful squeeze of an underwire, I barely know what time it is

I Think I’ve Been Here Before

I’ve lost my reading classes, so if this post has more than the usual number of spilling mistakes you’ll know why. The last time I remember having them, I was squinting through one lens attempting to dye my eyebrows, the other half of the glasses balanced on my head, all skew-whiff. I’d look where I’d…