There’s a stain on my shirt and I’m kind of glad that it’s there.
I don’t think I would’ve remembered anything without it, actually.
No, it’s not crusty or gross or ketchup or cat puke,
I think it’s lime juice or hazelnut something or other.
It doesn’t smell like much and it’s fairly colorless.
Right.
It’ll totally come out in the wash.
And if it doesn’t I’ll let it be.
It can be one of those mementos.
BLONDE ON BLONDE 