Oh My God, Shut Up, Susan

Oh My God, Shut Up, Susan

Small talk about the holidays new year, new you maybe you'll go paleo— there's no way out of this room

Small talk about the weather mudslides and ice patches maybe you'll buy new boots— there's no way out of this exchange

Small talk about the community the alderman is up for re-election maybe you'll remember to vote— there's no way out of this moment

Small talk about the neighbors always screaming and banging maybe you'll call the cops later— there's no way out of this script

If I could I would fold myself up slip through the walls and disappear forever but you're here, talking at my face with the expectation of geniality so just give me a moment to think up some bullshit just give me a moment to breathe.

—Nancy Botta

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