Usually.
Tonight the
dishwasher was leaking and Katie said
let it leak and do the dishes anyway. That's the kind of night it was. I even said
goodbye to him, and it did not feel like goodbye.
There's
glitter in my contacts and on his face and my eyes are shot with infection. I wanted to
go the whole nine this morning and wander into work with coffee and sunglasses, groaning. Also, I wanted to make him breakfast. I wanted to joke that
I swallowed his earring.
The photos have been developed. I do not care.
And my
roommate said I must have been my mother's enemy, for how the mess was floating off of my desk and onto hers, and the smell of the room after. She said
Joey was sad. I throw everything in the closet and I can't find my glasses.
Break me. I'm elated.