YR 47 Issue 1 2011
 
 
Letters
Because it was a Sunday         
By AZER N. PARROCHA
Ines would only get to use the tub today
since it was her day-off.
Showering was quicker than using the tub.
But she couldn’t afford to bathe in her boss’ spit.
However, today was not a weekday.
Her agenda was composed of sleeping in,
waking up at 9 a.m. (at the latest)
and preparing herself a hearty breakfast:
steel-cut oatmeal,
which she would microwave first.
Flaxseed? Why not? And perhaps a little
frozen blueberries,
and sliced almonds.
Perfect—though it seemed to lack something.
She made up her mind to fix herself
a heavier breakfast because
her pants were practically falling off,
even with a belt on.
Friends told her she looked anorexic or bulimic
even if she wasn’t.
She had the fear of looking at the mirror
and seeing a living skeleton sometimes. F
Year 47 |  Issue 3 |  2011