when she came home smelling of sex and gin, i just couldnt take it anymore. i got all of my clothes and threw them in the strawberry shortcake suitcase she bought me at the beach. it smelled like the sea and salt and cotton candy and strawberries. it made me sick to have to use it but it was the only one i had. i packed the sparkly silver shirt she got me for christmas. she said there was magic woven in the fabric that would make me a pixie and whenever anything bad happened, i could just feel it and pixiedust would let me fly away.

i approached her drunk passed out on the couch and she looked so cute there, like she was asleep maybe. there was a drop of drool forming at the corner of her mouth. and it reminded me of that time we tried to stay up all night watching the monty python marathon and we had gotten halfway through the holy grail and i looked over at her and she was asleep. her head was slumped to the right and her eyelashes would flutter and send glitter flying all over her pink star pajamas. and i remember thinking how pure she was right then and how pure we were right then and how perfect it would be if everything stayed just like that, that exact second. but of course it didnt.

“there she goes” was on the radio. i had to pull over. and of course i turned back. i had to. ‘cause what else do i have but her?