Burger starve

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Burger Starve

When you go to the burger bar place and you are starving- you ate a sandwich at 2pm but that's the only thing you've eaten since 8pm the night before- and you're in the queue and you're waiting to place your order and then you see them- the most beautiful human being to ever grace this philosophically inexplicable little stain of a planet and they look up at you while they're eating their burger and they smile and say hi and you start chatting and they ask about the paint all over your pants and they ask are you an artist and you say that you are and they studied art history and literature and would love to see your work and you tell them that your studio is just around the corner and they ask if now is good and the spontaneity is exciting and you know that your eyes are sparkling, and your heart is thumping and you are happy, so you step out of the queue and walk with them to your studio and you both look at your work together and talk about music and poetry and you never got your burger

What happens if we don't make it? Back from the shops? Back from exchange? Surgery? Lunch? Dinner date? Bachelor degree? Work? Vacation? Pet store? Bank job? Book club? Supermarket? Comic con? Prison? I wonder if I left anyone behind that I don't know about. There are plenty of people I've left behind that I do know about. Exes, police officers, nurses, teachers, friends, enemies, toxic acquaintances, parents, pets, cousins, grandparents, strangers, dates. I wonder if they know, against all odds, that sometimes I think of them, with wonder and fury and sadness and defeat and fear and happiness and regret and thankfulness. Existence is obscene.

I heard you got sick

I saw your mum on Saturday. She asked if I was going to church. I said no. She said I should. Your mum told me you were sick and that I should come to church and pray for you lol. I told her I'd pray for you that night, but I was lying.

You Fall Asleep

You fall asleep. It must've hurt more than you realised because the person next to you on the plane said you sobbed in your sleep for an hour.

Waking Up Tired But Not Dead

Most days I wake up. Few I don't. On the few that I don't, I am glad that I dont. Most days I am glad that I do. There are few that I do that I am not glad about doing so. Fewer than those that I don't and am not glad that I didn't.

#writingprompt: you open one eye.

You open one eye. Not/Then the other.

#writingprompt: john bring your knife

It was a crumpled piece of paper. At the top of the page 'john bring your knife' was written, and at the bottom 'that one your brother got you and we used when we went camping'