I don’t know what more I can say at this point, Mallory. I’m over this waiting. Just talk to me. Hire me. Work with me. Just actually over-this-so-I’ll-just-stand-at-your-locker-in-the-hallway-during-school over it. Yep. Tapping my Keds-encased toes and everything.
Read the remaining gems of “Unhappy Mothers” here.
don’t say a word
i wasn’t even saying anything
just keep on doing that then
just because i’m dead and in a painting
doesn’t mean i’m not still disappointed in all of you
here it is
my life’s work
can you move a little bit to the right so we can get more of the boy
i don’t think we need him in this picture