A few weeks ago, I cracked one of my teeth. The pain wasn't too bad. But the next day, after some ibuprofen and orajel, I forgot that I hadn't seen the dentist yet, and I split a bag of Smartfood with a friend. One of those white cheddar kernal corpses lodged itself directly into the now open cavity of my back tooth. It fit so painfully perfectly that I couldn't get it out.
I miss the late nights in the kitchen. Flicking the lights on during my trek to the bathroom, only to find the cat, sitting in my way. I would reach down to pet her, and she'd gently tilt her head up, and then scratch the blood out of my hand. Then a quick hiss, and she'd be angling for me to pet her again. I fucken hated that cat, and how I always tried to be nice to her, even though I knew she was an ungrateful beast. She even tried to bite me while I was feeding her.
I've been playing a lot of Super Smash Brothers on the N64 this week. I switched from Yoshi, because he was always your favorite, to Link, which my roommates refer to as The Cheapest Character.
You're a waffle. I'm an iron. You've got my palm prints over every inch of your body. You're delicious in a way you could never be without me. In a way I could never be.
The Chinese place across the street has been, literally, turned around in the last week. The door is on the other side, the kitchen and the dining room are switched. I was feeling lightheaded, and sinusy, so I stopped in just for a bowl of miso. The cute guy with the faint accent handed me the miso, and a pair of chopsticks.
The playlist on the station I listen to has been mostly the same since you left the first time. Just when a song reminds me pleasantly of you, fucken Loveline comes on. There's no metaphor in this paragraph, it's just a huge fucken pain in the ass how the only station I enjoy listening to, keeps getting interrupted by teenagers who call older men for love and sex advice.
Ever since you and I stopped doing whatever it was we weren't doing anymore seeing each other, I've been looking for someone who reminds me nothing of you. Last night, I found him. I mean, I found him before last night, but I didn't know what I'd found. Last night, he came back. You know how you and I sandpapered each other with words until we finally fit comfortably into each other. He and I didn't need the rough tongues. We just fit.