Bellybutton
Joshua's still in his T-shirt” said My nephew of his brother, imploring me to look as I tried to eat my cereal.
I didn't look up, “Joshua's still in his T-shirt!” he said louder ,in that whinny eight year old voice, “look, his T-shirt has a bellybutton on it!”
now I looked up, and he was right, the T-shirt did have a bellybutton on it, and Joshua wasn't wearing a T-shirt, I smiled, I've been wearing the same shirt for five years now, its flinty and slightly bigger than it should be, I need to take that one off, and this facial thing ive been wearing...this smile..that's got to go as well, I need to see me naked, I haven't seen my soul in forever, and I don t mean to be strange or crude, but next time I see you, dear reader, I sincerely hope its in the nude.
I didn't look up, “Joshua's still in his T-shirt!” he said louder ,in that whinny eight year old voice, “look, his T-shirt has a bellybutton on it!”
now I looked up, and he was right, the T-shirt did have a bellybutton on it, and Joshua wasn't wearing a T-shirt, I smiled, I've been wearing the same shirt for five years now, its flinty and slightly bigger than it should be, I need to take that one off, and this facial thing ive been wearing...this smile..that's got to go as well, I need to see me naked, I haven't seen my soul in forever, and I don t mean to be strange or crude, but next time I see you, dear reader, I sincerely hope its in the nude.
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