Work in Progress - Vanessa

December 2

2 p.m.

“The zipper on your dress is broken,” Marianne says.  

I don’t know why I had the fanciful thought after being drunk and almost drowning in the neighbor’s

pool would make her chatty?  Marianne is still quiet. Maybe this is mindlessness, and she is like the

coffeemaker on automatic. 

She said no at first to the idea of me moving back in with her a couple of months ago, 
is she having second thoughts?  Because of last night? Tried to make her mad at 
breakfast too and said she was living high school over and community college is like 
thirteenth grade.  (Wish I could be on autopilot). 

Fanta and Aphrodite invite me to breakfast with them, but I’m too anxious to eat.  There’s a blank

space in my head after turning glamourous, sparkling, pretty. Shade said, “We look perfect.”  I don’t

know what happened between perfect and the neighbor’s pool.