Tuesday, 11:39 pm
Today, you filled me with warm tea and sipped me slowly. I could taste your Watermelon Burt’s Bees chapstick. You were just about to finish me off. But then you set me down on the windowsill, next to your retainer case and somehow, stray pubes. I watched you fall asleep. I want to feel this way forever.
Wednesday, 9:45 am
I woke up and you were gone. I assumed you were in a hurry for class, so you didn’t have time to bring me with you.
Wednesday, 7:01 pm
You must be so thirsty without me.
Thursday, 1:04 pm
I’m starting to dry up. I can’t remember the feel of your clammy little hands on my polished porcelain surface.
Monday, 2:01 am
I think I have an infection. It’s either Covid, tuberculosis, or this fungus growing within me. I hope you can still look at me the same way when you return.
Thursday, 4:12 pm
I saw you walk in today with a bag of Red Solo cups. You whore. What do they have that I don’t?
Saturday, 1:40 pm
This man is the nastiest skank bitch I’ve ever met. DO NOT TRUST HIM. He is a fugly slut!