I Am Obviously Not Perfectly Well.
Last night I draped my limbs off the bed and the tips of my fingers came in contact with a small, yellow Post-It underneath the headboard. Fishing it out from among the dust bunnies, I turned on the light and stared at it.
- box of poptarts (weapon)
- someone biting their toenails
- rubber glove full of [...]
Yellow.
There are blue ink stains all over my palms. Somehow I can never keep my fingers, nails, skin clean. I look at the grooves in my hands, colored in shades of cyan and periwinkle, and feel giddy in a strangely primal, capricious manner. The colorimetrically defined complementary color of blue is yellow.
I have a particular [...]
Gray.
I cannot stop sneezing. My hands spread around my face, splayed like starfishes. Before and afterwards I glance almost conspiratorially around the room, in case someone has been witness to my biological, natural, but thoroughly hideous act. I’ll smile, and the next feeling that will bubble up is six-percent-yellow, warm gray.
Slate gray? No, more like [...]
Oh, How Difficult These So-Called "Adults" Are To Manage.
It is so incredibly passive aggressive for you to assume that I’m too young, self-absorbed, unknowledgeable and stubborn to know what’s good for me. Furthermore, those three last personality traits all apparently seem to stem from the first.
Oh, do accept my humble apologies. I had absolutely no idea that I am now a lesser human being than [...]
Because I Want To Give You A Story To Tell, Too.
I feel like I’m ready to be towed away to the retirement home swathed in orange knitted afghans. My toes ache. There’s an unnatural crick in in between my shoulder blades. My insides were apparently replaced with rocks last night, while I was dreaming of fire-colored snakes and future possibilites.
I think I have decided what [...]
Brown.
There’s a knot behind my throat, and another under my kidneys, interrupting not only my digestion but my mental processes.
I think the conductor of my train of thought is a short, pot-bellied, wild-eyed middle-aged man with corduroy trousers and an apron borrowed from the butcher who directs the chopping, disecting and poking through of my [...]
Happy Birthday.
I kind of wanted an epiphany for my fifteenth birthday, but no such luck.
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