I was at Giant grocery store today and noticed that the tortilla chips were more orange and that seemed just wrong. Salsa is runny and chips are orange.
I can't skip anymore. I once could skip and my mom and I skipped around the cherry blossoms after chicken dinners and before ice cream. Now I skip like I'm on icy ground.
Sometimes loneliness is the elephant in the room, somebody's gaping wound and it's heartbreaking. My aunt, the way she so painstakingly copies all her grandparents' love letters from World War Two, a record of the romance she's never had. Or my neighbor who lurks outside doors. I feel like I've written this before, but I just watched a Tyra episode and those couches remind me of elephants.