6 people

6 people. 2 women, 4 men.

1 rambler, 1 asleep, 2 awfully silent, 2 hard to see.

I realized I was dying when I was three.

Time is a concept, and not a very good one.

This meeting was supposed to be anonymous, but everyone’s just autistic like me.

The men are talking about God, but really it’s just womb envy.

How do I tell them I am here because my womb feels too heavy.

What can I do as an addicted astronaut? As an ambedextrous aficionado. An asshole with some extra dots.

Everyone is a man except for the woman, and me… but I have my top off.

I like to sit in the back of the room so that I can avoid accountability.

But eyes stay on me, cuz my top is off and my nipples are very pretty

No one can really see me, not from their view. Plus, I’m way in the back, sitting in the last pew.

Oh, Please don’t leave, I’ll only be a few.

The meeting is about to end, and I want to to get a beer or two with you.