Cherry Pie

Tonight’s dinner is frozen cherry pie and hot sauce. Encore is the melancholic chaos I tried to distract myself from with a shiny flip phone and many nights dancing. I did the typical woman thing and had a full cry first, then got myself together and moved on. It stopped hurting when I broke and, after doing a weird dance on the beach, looked at my island, and I remembered this dream I had about surfing with my brothers, except I don’t have any brothers. So in short, I think it’s cruel I had to fall. Getting back up feels like not arguing with people who aren’t there.