VIBING.

"my friend told me everyone in high school thought i was gonna kill myself lmao just vibing" --@melancory666 Bruh what's got you so down, dumbass Debra asks, not even looking at anything but a wall with a black felt poster colored with glow in the dark markers. You know, the kind of psychedelic stuff that people who listen to a lot of APC and Tool have. Or at least when they're teenagers. Cory takes off his headphones in one beat. His Thrasher hoodie smells good--like him, not soap. There is nothing sexy about smelling like someone had to be sanitized. I want your sweat. I want to smell the cigarettes you smoked while thinking of me. (Of course you think of me.) Your hair is long and thick and I bury my head in it when I lean against your shoulder and I breathe your scent in like I'm trying to take the biggest hit. I exhale only when my lungs make me. I exhale and am high off of you being real. This is how I center myself. I am a Buddhist. This is meditation. I keep the hair-oin joke that floats in my head to myself for about two seconds and then say it, laughing about how awful of a joke it is. You tried to switch to vaping, but every time you vaped I brought up Twin Peaks. You get off the beanbag chair and your voice is booming, the voice of an introvert interrupted at his vibing. FFS DEBRA I AM VIBING GO BACK TO looking at your--now it's me that yells--AT YOUR COMPLETELY, YES COMPLETELY INACCURATE CO–STAR APP. God, I sit down and exhale. The nerve of some people. Published March 7th, 2020 on her Neutral Spaces blog. Performed August 21st, 2020 on Misery Loves Company.