Tia James

Bring May Flowers

Bring May Flowers I gently placed yesterday’s socks on the tip top of the mountain of clothes piled up on my computer chair. I stared in agony as the month old heap of yoga pants, crew necks and cardigans tumbled to the floor. I laugh to myself thinking, “this is unreal.” I fish around my jewelry box and pull out an old stretched out hair tie. I throw my hair in a top bun and survey my studio apartment. It was a disaster. To go boxes from several bad dates and door dash leftovers littered my kitchen counter. I should really start cooking more. I have been in a three month funk since the break up with my ex of two years.