Bread and Bandages
11/12/2005
  I Woke Up Here
In an elaborate office building with multiple levels of swimming pools, workout rooms, miles of poshly carpeted hallways, rats and spiders. I worked pricing and mending Victoria's Secret underwear in a sweatshop just under the roof. The eaves leaked and we had to get dressed up to get dusty and dripped on.
In an elevator with Alice and a random white boy who was kissing the place between her breasts and she was so skinny I could see the ripples of bone poking through and it terrified me--the boy was trying to suck away her flesh but I did not look away.
 
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