Time Travel
Hi it’s me
Carrie from the future
What these neon pants?
We all wear them nowadays
What do you think?
I remember this kitchen
Yellow zig zag wallpaper
Harvest gold appliances
Like living inside an egg yolk you once said
Remember that?
You’re looking kind of down
On this Saturday morning
It is the weekend after all
In that white t-shirt
The one with the snag in it
And that grease stain
Did that just happen today?
It looks so fresh
I had forgotten it entirely
Most of the clothes really
Were a little forgettable
Regrettable
You know what I mean
Did he do it yet?
From the look on your face I bet he did
Just now
Before I popped in
You’ve got that trying not to cry thing
Going on
It’s okay if you want to cry
We cry all the time in the future
One of the beauties of being an adult
Nobody tells you to stop crying
They just back away slowly
Did he hurt you?
I only ask because nobody ever asked me
Did it hurt when he said
You were garbage?
When he grabbed your loose
Belly skin in his fist and shook it?
When he told you
None of the boys would ever
Love you because of this
This soft, inexorable part of you?
No I know it did
I remember
If I’m being honest that’s why I’m here
That and I just missed you
You were always my favorite
Anyway here I am
I have a message for you in my bag
A message from the future
Let me find it
Wait
Okay here it is
It says
Fuck
The boys
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