I sit inside - cramming down a chocolate chip cookie after dinner.
It is second-rate, at best, but I eat it anyway.
I eat it as an act of comfort, and act of escape… an act of sanity.
My knees touch as my feet are placed wide apart.
I feel vunerable… like a knobby kneed child…
‘xceptin’ the fact there ain’t nothing knobby about these knees.
My shoulders are hunched…
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