Inventory #576: Pasties
And so what if I’m put in the back of a car? So what if I’m found? Lackadaisical, that’s my word. Was so upset the first time I met another Chelsea that I asked my teacher to call me Daisy. My friends wouldn’t use it though, and when they did, I forgot to turn. My identity roamed the playground like a lost pet, and no one claimed her, especially not me.