Ode to Being a Bitch

Notes from the second floor of a fast food restaurant

I, Hailo, went to a writing club in Burger King last night.

Writing is extremely insolar for me. I prefer writing in my own room, late at night with a few songs on a loop. Hunched over my desk like a gremlin. I like to be as unaware of myself as possible, which isn’t easy to do in a room with other people.

Still, I suspended my disbelief and wrote a few things in my notebook and I would like to share one of them:

ODE TO BEING A BITCH

I don’t know when it happened. When it became hard to smile at other people who smiled at me.

I look soft.

I look kind.

I am instinctively cynical because I once was not and the world chewed me up.

It only liked the aftertaste — the one you get at the end once you’ve chewed and ground to a wad in your molars.

All without asking. Touching. Taking a picture. Leaving without saying goodbye.

I love the coolness inside of me. It took long enough to get there.

At least I’m the one who gets to bite now.

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Thank you to

Dream Baby Press

for a wonderful writing club and an evening in the two-story Burger King. I had a nice time.

xo

hailo

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