“You guys looked so great in those outfits last night,” she says smiling.
“Oh, that red carpet, I’m just here to pick up the stains.”
“With litterbox legs, you could have been.”
I treadmill uncomfortable, but still I say, “Thanks.”
I’m just the girl to pick up the stains. Dollhouse talents range from packing boxes for shipping to tiny plastic shoes from the store. I think they could find someone better to do this. Getting paid VHS tapes and listen to podcasts. Sometimes common sense isn’t common. I feel dumb and scissors. Scissors is the real thing, probably it’s the reason I can’t sleep and why I’m afraid of the dark. Bodies on the floor ask me for help. “Shut up, shut up,” I’m trying to help myself. Leave me alone. Can’t you see I’m busy?