almost

She slept on a chiropractic pillow, paid $40 to counter-countertransfer, walked up to her knees in the pacific.

talked about herself in the third person.

She was afraid of touching metal, the way it was the opposite of being touched back.

Read a story that filled space by another charmingly self-loathing young white male fiction star.

She liked the part about the jehovah's witness outside plath's window.

there is almost always something redemptive, and that is enough.