laundromat from liquids & bones by people you meet outside of bars

there's nothing more embarrassing to admit
than having a body & having to sustain it

if you see me on the street
remember: i don't sleep, & i don't eat
if you see me at the laundromat
don't make eye contact

there's nothing that i fear & crave more
than a hand on my body-- in my hand at the store

if you see me walking by
remember: i don't laugh, & i don't cry
if you see me getting groceries
just ignore me, please

i wish it were a secret i could keep
lock up this empty body somewhere dark, somewhere deep

if you see me out at night
remember: it's a trick of the light
if you think you see my hair or skin
no you didn't. no-one's in

• Alternative
• bedroom pop
• doompop
• lesbian
• loner
• singer-songwriter
• Ottawa