This body is a container of wake work eat sleep and repeat. this body walks, breathes as you do stands
next to you, is your coworker, your friend, your cousin. Likes bacon and attention. The body listened
when you told her she was a B plus, but no one heard the muffled grinding sound when she found
herself at the top of the bell curve. It takes the body too much effort to slide right, to be extraordinary.
I wouldn’t buy Frank Ocean’s album if it dropped tomorrow, she says. She didn’t mean it. Just like that
time she said she wanted gender equality but wasn’t a feminist. Tired of trolling, the body returns back
to the mean, pretends better.