To Water
I'm outside getting you a CD out of my car, and two boys around ten I've never seen before bike up the road and start yelling, Brooke! Brooke! I say, Uh, hi, and they circle around in front of my house again and again, calling out, You're eighteen, Brooke! You're eighteen! and giggling. They park at my father's woodshop and go inside, and I go inside. I make myself a bowl of EasyMac, and when it comes out of the microwave, I stare at it for a second before clenching my teeth and jamming my fingers in. I throw it away because I decide I don't like my fingers. I break a nail.
Shout-out to the emergency room nurse that didn't bring attention to it when I said, "I'm sorry, I only cry like this around girls." I don't know what's happening. Someone, somewhere, is going to interpret this as a teenage cry for help, and they might be right.
Isn't that.. sobering.
Shout-out to the emergency room nurse that didn't bring attention to it when I said, "I'm sorry, I only cry like this around girls." I don't know what's happening. Someone, somewhere, is going to interpret this as a teenage cry for help, and they might be right.
Isn't that.. sobering.