Ruinous Wrecks in the Streets

Dear K,

I had a bit too much to drink. I threw up in the street, and then again in the alleyway, and then again in my sink. My stomach turned for days and days, but it wasn't the booze, or the rotten greasy food, or anything I ingested. It was all the regrets, spilling out of me. Have you ever thrown up regrets? The weird thing is they keep coming, once they're opened. It's like trying to cover a fire hydrant that someone opened for a block party, but the trap is you can only use your hands.

I have so many regrets. Things I left undone. Dishes sitting dirty in my sink. Garbage on the floors of my mind. I regret breaths and speeches and dances. I regret things I haven't done and things I did. I regret things I did too slowly, and when I moved too quickly. I think my skin might be made of regret, holding the rest of me together.

This will pass.

But it might be a long winter,

K