i just watched my neighbor repaint their front door this perfect shade of blue while mine has been peeling for months. they hosted a barbecue with friends and i stood in my tiny kitchen, eating frozen food alone, wishing i could afford a damn can of paint.
some days i just sit in my kitchen staring at the leftover pizza from last week, trying to remember the last time i had a decent meal, and wondering if it’s weird that i literally look forward to hearing the ice cream truck because at least then there is some noise in this empty house.
why is it that every time i try to cook something new i end up forgetting half the ingredients—like today i made this fancy recipe for a sauce and all i had was vinegar and garlic—now dinner is just a sad bowl of rice with whatever i could salvage from my fridge.
why is it that every time i try to cook something new i end up forgetting half the ingredients—like today i made this fancy recipe for a sauce and all i had was vinegar and garlic—now dinner is just a sad bowl of rice with whatever i could salvage from my fridge.
just got home from my last tour and i looked at my empty fridge and saw the notice about the rent due and thought, wow, it’s only ten dollars but can i even get a sandwich with that, no money for anything and the flag feels so heavy.