Sitting on Scissors
I got up from my drawing chair (a cross between a command center and a trash heap)
and saw that I’d been sitting on not one, but two pairs of scissors.
Shit. Does that mean I’m not really a princess?
Well, that’s fucking tragic.
So, anyway, I made up a little song:
I’m gonna be a princess one day
and I might let you carry my train
if you behave.