dumpling

We crossed the border and spent our time watching coverage of Terri's slow death and eating huge protions of food. The giirls and boys took off their clothes in the same room and I hid behind a curtain - struggling with my bra and a map of the 4 block city centre the nice lady had given us. Now, where ever I go with my partner I am the girlfriend of. Everyone is nice to me, but I guess they would have to be. I'm included because of him.

But why should it be about me anyway? I'm not particularly anything. I have trouble forming sentences, my face turns red and I fidget horribly when I speak - my hands like white birds fluttering in front of my chest. I chose to sit around until I could think of something better to do with myself. I am not beautiful or ugly or smart or dumb. I am well-behaved and prudish. And all the problems I used have with other people have floated on to someone else and they won't come back if I stay really still and make nice.

I chose it like this.