Every single butterfly in the goddamn world is in my stomach right now hahaha
I look to the poets to explain my feelings to me. I look to my phone to explain the events outside in the world, inside my house, on my skin. I pray for the first time in years and wonder if I'm doing it right.
I miss my friends all the time.
I fantasize about returning to them. In my dreams, we hug for too long and I cry and I wipe away my tears, apologizing.
"I thought about you all the time. I missed you so much," I say, laughing at myself through my tears. "How could I forget how beautiful you are?"
Everyone I see on the streets in suburbia stands more than six feet away from me. Every block in suburbia reminds me of something embarrassing I did in high school. '
Every time I want to kiss my dog on her forehead, I do it right away. Just in case.