nothing feels trashier than moving on.
but here i go.

there is some comfort in finding that being without the person you love lives up to every cliche. it is a severing of skin, a loss of self, a void that you will fill one day with words or hobbies or new lips.

but for now i don't want new lips. i want my skin back.

living in finity

THE ACT by William Carlos Williams

There were the roses, in the rain.
Don't cut them, I pleaded.
They won't last, she said.
But they're so beautiful
where they are.
Agh, we were all beautiful once, she said,
and cut them and gave them to me
in my hand.

extra terrestrial

my bank is out of town, and i'm financially opposed to atm charges, so i walked into the corner gas station for a pack of gum and some cash back. when it comes to chewing, my personal favorite is orbitz sweet mint, gum i haven't bought in almost two years because miguel hates it but we can both agree on peppermint. i reach for our true blue packaging to suddenly realize that i'm abandoning the state for good in two days, so its very unlikely i'll have to share this gum with anyone, leaving me completely free to chew sweet mint for the foreseeable future until i find a new love with a palette for something different.

but, for the record, i bought the peppermint. 3 packs of it. and it was delicious.