Paint peeling, floors squeaking
Ceilings leaking in the kitchen or the closet.
It's a metaphor, she said
For these bodies we live in -
Like how I hate my thighs or how she hates her hair.
And I never asked them over
Because the dishes are dirty
And the peeling tiles in the bathroom
Make me feel sick when I shower.
Which is why, she says, I will
Never ask you inside of me
Because my paint is peeling and
My floors squeak when you get close.
By Meredith Hilton
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Meredith is the spunkiest chronic pain patient you'll ever meet. She is currently mostly house-ridden and spends her days in an attic apartment struggling with the US medical system, being bossed by her fat tabby cat, and perfecting her baking. Her mission right now is to start an 18th century style salon, partially in order to have people to serve pastries to. She writes likes she votes, early and often.
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