They were all gathered together
Trying to lift the wooden legs of the table which had been the largest accent in my kitchen
My roommate said it needed to go
I suppose she has a point
Its wooden legs were broken
There was only the stained table top on the floor of my kitchen
The legs were in the lawn
Their struggling
Trying to lift them into the dumpster
About Me.
- Emma Cherry
- In a yellow sumbarine, Liechtenstein
- We must blend into the choir Sing as static with the whole. We must memorize nine numbers and Deny we have a soul. And in this endless race for property and Privilege to be won. We must run, we must run, we must run.
