she tells me.
you have dark circles under
your eyes,
the skin on your face
is deep
with lines.
look at you, just look
at you,
all pale
and skinny,
bald as a grapefruit
on the vine.
you're falling apart before
my eyes.
i turn the toaster sideways
to take a look
at my face in the reflection.
oh yeah, right.
Halloween was last night.
no it wasn't, she says.
it was last week.
i think you're out of time.
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