My grandma’s made me potato soup to get my mind off this boy who’s dumped me.
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My grandma’s made me potato soup to get my mind off this boy who’s dumped me.
The phone’s ring pierced my mental fog as I lay in the hospital room.
My 77-year-old mother and I have a system: She texts me an emoji every morning when she wakes to let me know she's alive, and I text one back as a receipt.
Before I can swipe left, you call.
It’s a grey day. I’m lazing around on the couch playing an inane game on my phone.
When I pick up the phone, she’s sobbing. CW // suicidal ideation
It’s a quarter to midnight. I’m going to change my pronouns on Instagram.
The first bite I inhale, the second I gobble, the third I gulp past a hiccup. She frowns, but she's holding her breath too, swallowing the morsel stuck in her own throat.
Only three people had the number: One never called, one was dying, and the last was my Aunt Sandra. When it rang that August morning, I stood and watched it.
I peel seventeen soaked almonds. I prepare a concoction of Ayurvedic water that alleviates acidity. I cut a lemon and squeeze to curdle milk for a bowl of cottage cheese.