College student without a clue. You can catch flies with honey, but you'll catch more honeys being fly.
Talking to you
is like rediscovering a song I love but
haven’t heard in a while.
The first few notes bring the rest of the words
I found myself yesterday,
slightly intoxicated,
You brought me chicken noodle soup when left school sick with a 104 fever.
You told me, hidden between drunken texts, that the freckle on my right cheek was cute (which I always thought but nobody else seemed to notice very much).
I scroll past
pictures of
people from high school
out with their new friends in matching half-naked outfits
Their faces painted with wide smiles
“Robin, come on. You might as well open it.” Ellie sits across from me. Today is her day to pick where we eat. Around us, sweaty waiters speed by to keep up with the lunchtime rush. We’re lucky we got a table, but I don’t feel it. Chinese food messes me up for days. Probably the MSG.