Yesterday
I have this unshakeable sadness. I can feel it welling up in my head and spilling out into my insides, dribbling into and filling my limbs.
This morning
I am in the deli, our only deli, and my coffee tastes more bitter than normal. I find this extremely satisfying. I have begun to enjoy bitter things. Sour. Tart. I need things that assault the senses because I'm afraid that I won't feel anything at all if I go back to the regular. That I've dulled my capabilities. Sensibilities. Senses. I have hot, cold and bitter. And tired, so very tired.
Now
Two phone calls and now I'm hurtling through slow motion. I'm ready.
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