like quitting cold turkey


i still order my eggs 'over easy', listen to Citizen King, smoke when i'm upset, take detours through town to avoid red lights, and think of information in terms of 'trees'.

i can picture kathy and dan perfectly. my mind plays tricks on me- your face has gone away, but not your feel.

i'm not sure how returning to our apartment will be, when 'our' suddenly represents myself and a girl i hardly know.

i don't know where to go from here.