Caterwauling

My new landlord insists on being paid by the 28th.

He received his check before that day and cashed it on that day.

Someone did, anyway.

Yet I just heard from the dumb bitch who used to live here, who ensnared me in this joint and didn’t tell me about the loud-ass crackheads upstairs. She said the rent is late and to add a $50 late fee.

Um.

Yeah, you who didn’t clean the place? Go fuck off.

I contacted the landlord and asked why I’m hearing from her.

Silence so far.

Everyone can continue playing “hide and go fuck themselves.” I’ll take the peace wherever I can get it.

“Somebody shine a light
I’m frozen by the fear in me
Somebody make me feel alive
And shatter me.”

Lindsey Stirling, “Shatter Me”

Awhile back, one of my boys was missing me. He said he was dying without me.

I thought he was lying. Or nuts.

Yet every once in a while, I find myself feeling how he said he felt back then.

Not that I say it. Or indulge in it too much.

But on rainy days like these with a birthday looming, I get it.

I remember when we counted down the hours till we would see each other. A random digit texted in the middle of the day or night meant you were on his mind.

I fought so hard for so long to not be on his mind. Now the struggle is to keep small, sweet things like that off of mine.