Forget Porn
Give me a picture of the economy, bright and certain, where I don’t wear a hairnet, my sister comes back to America, I’m not afraid my other sister will kill herself because she was a fine arts major, The Macaroni Grill doesn’t advertise for minimum wage opera singers on craigslist, and I don’t stay home on my day off because gas is too expensive. Actually, never mind. I don’t even need a picture. I can see it in my head: my husband and I are having sex, the blinds are shut but the windows are open. We’ve thrown out our non-skid shoes and we are going to have a baby. The baby will cry when it needs to.
| Meg Thompson |
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