this morning #627.

this morning, dreaming of a frankfurter party, amongst a swarm of sneetches, she looked down at her belly & then at those around her. hers was the only one that wasn’t adorned with a green star. how had they not noticed? how had they even let her in? she stepped outside to have a smoke & catch her breath. as she stepped off the stoop, a creepy dude in a cartoonish car pulled up & rolled down the window. he had his sales pitch down to a T but she wasn’t buying. she knew where this story was headed. she’d buy one of his stars & return to the party. he’d follow her in & charge the folks at the party even more to remove their stars. it was a cycle she wanted no part of.