trainers
I'm wearing my trainers today, and a pair of ripped jeans. This is how I am most of the time. Regular. Like a reasonably sized drink. Like a period. Like a heart beat.
Normality has its appeals, the greatest of which is anonymity. No-one notices me when I'm dressed like this. I'm just some woman, mediocre in appearances and tendencies. Invisible. That's cool. That's cool because I like the sneakiness of sneakers. I'm nobody. Really. I do my shopping and my nails. I clean the toilet. Every six weeks or two months I wax my legs. I help my kids with their homework. Sometimes I burn the dinner to the bottom of a pan (usually rice). This is how it is, you know, slip on, slip off, tune in, drop out. There's nothing to see here, move on, move on.
