I almost always go into the bathroom to look at my face and body before I leave the house. Sometimes I change clothes as a result of the mirror, sometimes not.
I put my hat on to cover my eyes so the workers won’t have to see my puffy eyelids when I go to get my fat lonely burrito. In the bathroom the fixtures hiss and I stare at a hair painted into the wall in there for a while.
My face is broken out because it’s not used to being shaved and my eyes look weak and sad and there’s nothing for me to do but run farther and bike harder because I know how to get stronger but not how to keep a girl.










