orange ribbon

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Benny and B at the thrift shop

“Ben. Ben look at this wee ceramic kitten,” B holds his treasure delicately in his hands, a small orange kitten with a ribbon around its neck.

“Ohh he’s cute,” Benny agrees. “What’s his name?” He likes to be supportive of B’s interests regardless how varied they are.

B thinks a minute. Furrows his brow. 

“Robert,” he decides. 

Benny nods. “That’s a great name. Do you love him?”

“I do, Ben.”

“Cool, let’s take him home.”



Benny’s managed to squeeze himself into a neon yellow and pink ski jacket from the 90s he found in the ladies’ section. It’s tapered at the waist and actually makes him look pretty good.

“You look like a cool dude Ben,” B says.

“I’m gonna wear it all winter,” Benny says. He wears it out of the store.

“Ok, Ben.”

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.