i've been busy being a daughter and sister. i visit mum often because i want to know all of her secrets. she's got a mouth like mae west and has aged like monica bellucci. i'm at leah's beck and call as she waits to pop out boy #2. honestly, i don't mind her hysterics. she was the first one to believe i could be a singer, and i have to believe she's still human despite acting possessed. i've also been busy being a wife. sometimes, i wonder if i am doing it right. when we're both home, i feed him, we fuck and get high. when he's away i read his poems, and i send him vulgar pictures. is this what grown ups do? i am lying about my sophistication. | |