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dispatches from the airstream: by Dale Leonheart

 

one time a guy told me i’m a less hot alison brie and i thanked him

staring at the wall has never been more fun

I’ve been making pancakes just to feel something

disappointing my father just to pass the time

I named the llama next door adonis and wave hi on my morning walks
I don’t think i’m his venus

what a nice thought, to be someone’s venus

I would love to be your tiny dancer but i’m almost 5’10” and build muscle easily

aren’t we all just victims of circumstance

some days i feel quite certain that I majored in being a big fat letdown

but i minored in being full of promise

falling in love with the monotony

I am trying to find the most digestible form of myself

if not now — when?

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