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i want to write a play about a woman named phyllis,
who kills herself and watches over her would-be life
as people forget about her.
and other people, they come and go
and they say to her,

"phyllis, it's okay, just come along now"

and she just sits there,
and stares down at the world,
and says,

"i can't believe they forgot about me"

but instead of doing that,
i will eat dark chocolate and honey
and let my kitten play with froot loops on the floor
and listen to the fan as it pushes my hair into my fucking face
and i will do nothing at all worth any sort of merit

because that is what i always do.