1.2.5 Things I’ve Lost

Things I've Lost

Purses, keys, shoes, socks, pens, lovers, babies, self-respect, self-esteem, poems, notebooks, ability to speak Korean, friends, homes, needles, pencil sharpeners, remotes, batteries, chargers, phones, games, movies, vocal range, flexibility, thoughts, earrings

A Line about Everything

Purses are only useful if they can carry your entire life. Keys don’t always unlock the right doors. Shoes should all come in my size. Socks are basically useless in the summer, Pens are one of the world’s biggest exchange programs. Lovers who don’t love you are just fuckers. Babies are miraculous, even when they’re gross. Self-respect is a big part of one’s identity. Self-esteem issues shouldn’t exist; everyone should know their own value. Poems get too wrapped up in rhymes. Notebooks are jumbled messes of human byproducts. Foreign languages should be easier than they are. Friends shouldn’t forget how to talk. Homes get lost in bad memories. Needles are everywhere, just not in haystacks. Pencil sharpeners aren’t as conveniently located as exits anymore. Remotes are a lazy man’s best friend. Batteries rule the world. Chargers should be universal (get with the program, Apple). Phones are too smart for their own good. Games cease to exist when you forget how to play. Movies set you up for disappointment. Vocal ranges are trickier to develop the second time. Flexibility decreases with age in all parts of the body, but especially in the mind. Lost thoughts linger on the edges of consciousness struggling with their self-worth. I never liked cherry earrings until he gave me a pair.

A Paragraph about One Thing

            I lost my self-respect slowly, over several years in a bad relationship. Everything was my fault. Everything was my job. I felt more like a servant than a partner by the end. And then I spent the next several months fucking anyone that was willing and had tequila. I’m never sure if that was me hitting rock bottom, or building back up…