corn thins a dry crack like the cork on the wall a shy snack is enough for the night. they came monthly through the letterbox “Sarah’s Success Story” but each month piled on like the wrappers of an obsession. the monthly couldn’t come a bit of an embarrassment felt like a shame. just a slice repeatedly drilled in the mind fixated yet undesired wishing to leave it behind. by Olivia Chan
42
(i lied in seventh grade)