eunchoryou:

the time of the day when your back gets cold

and your shoulders stiffen

all you can hope for is a nice cup of tea

and a blue baby elephant

types of girls

girls with crisp sounding footsteps

the kind who run to the bathroom mid sentence

to rub mandarins on their face

a girl you can buy in the cereal aisle and shake

next to cornflakes and fruit loops

you can pour out a completely whole woman

girls made entirely of complex breathing patterns

taught never to utter a word

sharpening their pencils before bedtime

the kind of girl whose voice is featherlike

(in that when she speaks out come feathers)

and her relationship with soup is not so good

a girl whose foot has been moving clockwise

perhaps for years now and on the phone

she can’t say much more than ‘extraordinary’ or ‘how incredible’

a girl who doesn’t know where she is going

until someone texts her and even then she can’t move

until another text about which foot to move first

girls composed entirely of ink who cover their faces

with porestrips all over and cover these in makeup

so the ink doesn’t seep through

girls who wake up early to collect things

people have left on the street

reading astrology in patterns of chewing gum