I’m in a swimsuit and a t-shirt on cold sand, waves forming in front and crashing behind. Then forming behind and crashing in front. I never notice until the foam forms.
I’m on the ledge of a high school field’s steps. The boys are smoking and jumping on top of each other. The girls are drinking and putting each other down. They’re all dating each other in some timeline. I never notice until the tension forms. I’m in an office where no one knows what they do. Everyone’s wearing a tie that they can’t tie themselves and a face that comes on and off based on who walks in. I’m in my head and a notebook in my bookbag. A notebook that’s been untouched and unloved. And I never notice until the dust forms. Untouched and unloved. And I never notice until the dust forms.
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Ryan C. RobertRyan C. Robert is the writer of multiple comedy blogs, most of which are satirical and self-deprecating. He writes about his life in his personal essay series "Before Color," parodies cooking blogs in "Trish's Dishes" and posts writing prompts every single day. Archives
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