I Wake Up Every Morning Thinking About F
We had a shitty week.
It was the kind of shitty week that just looms,
that feels like a heavy cloud overhead.
Like pepper… too much pepper thrown into something it had no business being in.
Like Emeril Lagasse throwing pepper at my week—
The cloud lingered.
Sometimes lifting and letting in a little sunlight,
not a ton, just a small amount.
Like a hint… a shimmer of gold glistening onto something that it had no business being on.
Like Mark McGrath bowing his head into my week—
Our responsibilities pulled us into ourselves
and the peppery frosted-tipped week
went on until a Tuesday,
when he handed me back my phone
with a giggle
and I saw it—
A glowing gold-red ombre silhouette,
Guy Fieri’s Flavortown Kitchen App
on my home screen.
HOLY MOLY STROMBOLI
we never spoke again.
Lauren Theresa (she/her) is a writer, botanical sorceress, and depth psychotherapist living in NJ with her tiny family and myriad of plants. Her musings can be found via IG & Twitter @imlaurentheresa, and her words crawl the pages of laurentheresa.com.