• The blanket of my personality is woven
    from frayed dental floss and money, and other things that
    similarly don’t matter
    it’s beautiful
    but too well-worn to keep me warm at night.

    My morals, incidentally
    are perfect
    ly palatable, at least so long as they remain
    terrified of mirrors.

    Don’t laugh –you’ve never looked in one
    for long.