Morning

this is usually how I start my day....

I stopped crying long enough to light a cigarette and blow curls of white smoke out my window, carve up my stretch-marked thighs with a rusty box-cutter, apply five pounds of cover up to hide who I was.  Patetically I waddle to the bathroom and flat iron my greasy hair.  Five seconds staring at my reflection and I'm proud of myself because I broke the record.  I can't seem to remember where I placed my hair clip.  I can't seem to remember who I am.