Loneliness

leave a comment if you know what I mean

Whose side am I on

I saw Hank today at his office job. They keep him in a room by himself since he's not a human being. I caught him crying over a papercut. He cut his finger on an important document. Afterwards it took all his strength to file the document in its appropriate location. I happened to be passing by his window and I saw it all happen. Then all I wanted to do is give him a big kiss on his ugly plastic cheek.

...maybe I'm not cut out for this job.

Hank

I met my nemesis today for the first time. Since I am an antihero I wasn't sure I had one, but as it turns out he is much bigger than me and his skin is plastic. His face looks like a happy family that got run over by a drunk driver. When he drools he apologizes, but then he punches you in the neck with his giant paw, which makes an uncomfortable plastic sound like sitting on a new mattress. And it hurts like being called a name. I tried to burn holes in him but it smelled disgusting and the fumes made my belly ache! I was yelling for Mom and reaching for the gun I never had! But I guess I should have known this would happen sooner or later.

I need a sidekick now more than ever! I'm still taking applications!

cigaretteburngirl@gmail.com

Some Poems About Wounds

Wound Explanation #2

The octopus in the park was different.

It was pink as a sucked thumb

And it was no good.

In the park the octopus was inevitable.

It stretched out and gave up.

I tapped its shoulder, I called its name.

I screamed “ugly” and it was still.

I was also no good.

But the octopus in the park was different.

I dropped my book on its back and left it

There forever.

Picture Diary

I Never Thought My Chest... These Things Happen

Another letter.

Dear Cigarette Burn Girl,

Today I lost almost all of my blood. It seemed like that. I looked under my shirt and the blood was waiting, and when it came out i thought it was the end of everything. My belly button had a red bubble on it! I thought someone was playing a trick on me but then the blood would not stop. I came back with the bleach later but i am afraid the bathroom will never look the same. In the ambulance I laughed a lot. But what if it happens again?

Help me forever,
Lindsay

p.s. over and over and over

Prayers

Today I received a letter from a woman named Cecille Carter and it said the following:

Dear Cigarette Burn Girl,

I bruise so easily now, someone tapped me on the shoulder in line today, and it left a purple circle, how was i to explain? Just yesterday my husband dipped a sleeve of his favorite pink sweater in the mud. Our son was caught swallowing helium out of balloons at his sister's wedding! She married the wrong one, he killed a man for the car he drives, though i must admit that riding in it is the only time I am not thinking about drinking a poisonous fluid. The dog has an itch that won't go away. I have been waiting for a cigarette burn to explain it all. Where are you?

Best Wishes,
Cecille

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Attn

The person who wrote the poem below needs your help! Apply to become my sidekick or i'll flatten you!

You can go to www.mommytalk.com to avoid making making the same mistakes

A Poem

Peonies and Checks!

I’ve been unreasonably reupholstering

Everywhere terror in everyday chairs

I fast limp with open scissors screaming

“I am a bad mother”

She limps out of the wastebasket drooling

Throw the avocado down like a victim

Her skin was woven out of me so she cuts it

“Where are you whore mother”

The oven and the iron are both on high

I try to play with my daughter’s hair

But she rips out all of mine

She calls her friends on the phone to tell them

If I do not get the right fabric

Help Wanted!

I just got an email from Christy with a subject line "duck". Who is Christy and what does she want from me? Just last week I got one from Susan with a subject line "indifferent". I can not possibly help all of these people. It is difficult to make these kinds of choices when you are a superhero. There are certain people that need my help more than others. Lloyd sent me an email that said "device", and poor Morgan with "cautious dachshund", but it is difficult to pay attention to them when Susannah sent me "Notoriously Rag Doll" not two days ago. I don't have time for this! I called my mother on the telephone and told her I was feeling ill. She said to hire a sidekick, doesn't every superhero have one?
If you want to apply to be my sidekick email me at cigaretteburngirl@gmail.com. and tell me what makes you think you're so great and why I should even consider being in the same room with you.

Pig Adventure

This morning I woke up very early and the window was open. I heard two men talking. One of them said, "I wish you wouldn't talk to me." Then my telephone rang. I answered and a voice said "My life is over!" That's when I knew I needed to put on my red suit and go out to save the day.

I saw a bunch of pigs crossing the street. One of them was grunting. Another one was holding a flag that said "Help us". The cars honked their horns. The ice cream truck could not get through. Finally they crossed the street but just at the last minute, one of the pigs ran back into the street and stood on his hind legs. He made a pig sound just before a truck hit him. I threw my cigarette at the scene.