in the fridge
slightly blinds me.
I grab whatever food looks good,
and throw it on the counter.
"what are you doing?"
Ryan asks.
I look up to see
a sincere concern on his face.
"Eating."
"why?"
"Because I'm sad."
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What Comes Next... [Wattys 2014]
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