a surface of insentience
a surface of insentience I agree to be hypnotized. I believe going deeper might slow my tapping foot. My left foot is always the first thing to unfold. My face gives nothing away. Tennessee says horrible things about me. She waits to hear the clang of my car door after work before she starts talking. She tells everyone in the office that I fucked the Marketing Director to get promoted. I hate my job. Tennessee doesn’t know my problems. I hope...