awake and pacing, preoccupied by the clattering trays, stuck in a daze by the fuzzy ceiling radio and rusty hangings that say, "you love us because we love you. p.s. did i mention there is nothing else we can do?" what`s there to say? what`s there to do with four kids at home and a husband that drops by every couple of days? what`s there to think when there`s plenty to forget? it`s all about numbing the senses, never getting visibly upset. well, maybe you`re right. maybe it`s like this everywhere but that`s no reason not to leave, just go anywhere, just get out of here. you`ve been here too long. we don`t mind these awful uniforms. we smile when they touch us in the back room. we laugh at their sick jokes and curse them under our breaths...act like we don`t know they`re standing too close, but any close is too close. always saying, "that one was a close call." awake, and pacing. preoccupied. fuzzy feeling inside. blowing smoke and dodging looks and cursing jokes. well i am visibly upset.
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