“eat off the counter” by Julia in her bed

Saturday October 22, 2016
5 minutes
from a list of instructions

Jo was standing over the sink eating spoonful after spoonful of apple crisp. She studied each crumb on the counter, each one on her tank top. She didn’t want to use a plate. She didn’t want to sit down. Her mind wasn’t capable of instructing her at all. Nothing was making sense. Nothing felt possible. Jo wished Kyla hadn’t asked her if she could crash at her place.