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She is deliciously unhappy.
     Listening to heartbreak songs in minor keys, the melodies seem to flick her heart…flick,flick…Like the 4th grade bully who sneaks up behind everyone to flick an ear, thinking causing jolts of pain is the funniest thing since The Three Stooges. 
     Yea, that's it exactly! Heartbreak is a big, immature bully who loves to humiliate and hurt. 
    She's reveling in it. Dipping it into a pile of ketchup and eating that up! Adding bubble bath and drowning in it. 
     Oh the beautiful ache! She has sent invitations for her best friends to come over... Come! You're officially invited to my pity party! We will eat tubs of cookie dough ice cream straight from the carton, listen to sad love lost songs, and then watch romantic love stories with a box of tissues in one hand and a bag of popcorn in the other.
     Food seems to go so well with a broken heart. Creating a void like the cracks in asphalt that feel so empty, needing to be filled with something, anything. And those patched places on a highway just look so ugly. 
     What fills the void best? Food we associate with comfort and stand in for care…even love. Casseroles with lots of melty cheese and carbohydrates. Desserts that always taste better straight from the source, rather than a plate or bowl. Sprinkle with salty tears and whahla! Kiss your fingertips good!

Sticky ice cream melts
Sleeping hands hold his photo
“OH,Darlin’”* repeats




*“OH, Darlin’”, by The Beatles

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