tuesday

mother comes to my work. she buys me hot chocolate and citrus slice. i cut the slice into microscopic pieces so only a few calories at a time seep into my blood. i sip the drink - tiny, tiny, sips. i feel it slip into my stomach, run like a river of chocolate through my veins.

later i go to my brother's school production. i cry three times because they are young and happy and i wish i was a child again.

but then again, even if i had the chance to do over my existence, would i change anything? everything?

i don't think so.

i wouldn't know where to start.