heart beating furiously,
reminding me with each,
tha-thump that I'm alive and still kicking under all of my
That I'm a physical scientific
all my own and that the
was wrong about my needing to buy those six inch heels that are on my
about me needing the McDonalds that sits so heavily in my stomach.
And as I gaze up at this statue,
this monument to materialism,
holding me down.