How did my life come to this? I’m a blank piece of paper with no writing on it. I’m a bounce house made out of boulders. I’m lost. So lost. I’m a condom with no weiner inside of it. I’m a pregnant woman whose pituitary gland refuses to release prolactin, thus I can’t produce milk. What am I? Who am I? Am I me? Who’s me? What’s me? I don’t know. I just know the choreography. I must fake a roar, just like a lady faking an orgasm.