I’m sorry that I didn’t hear you.
It’s interesting to think about how we make people who used to be everything into nothing again. How we learn to forget. How we force forgetting. What we put in place of them in the interim. The dynamics afterward always tell you more than what the relationship did — grief is a faster teacher than…
This was originally a stanza in a poem I wrote years ago after getting sad over a girl. I threw away 75% of the poem because it was awful. This is the part that was left.
UNTITLED FRAGMENT, ABANDONED
We were sandcastles
built on shorelines -
intricately designed, yet
so easily destroyed
by crashing waves
As much as I utterly despise hospitals and such, I am so ready to get this follow-up on my knee done tomorrow. These painkillers I’m on aren’t doing anything for me and the side effects are too much to make it worth it. I haven’t felt like myself in two or three weeks.