you will become your most favorite color
. The anxiety has broke. Not unlike a fever. Not unlike a possession leaving the body.
. She falls off the curb and onto the road. Cars are coming and she’s not moving. I start running. She’s twisted her ankle.
. The dentist tells the hygienist “interior cheek biter”. He doesn’t explain further. It’s like a factory in here.
. Nonsense + nonsense. We are still learning what’s serious and what’s in fun.
. A faint taste in my mouth.
. I find one of her whiskers in the bed. I consider saving it.
. Sweet talker.
. Smashed potatoes + wilted bok choy + the last piece of salted walnut chocolate dug from the back of the fridge. Yes, this is more like normal.
. Tucked up in the corner of the kitchen.