the laundromat
sometimes i think about the time we went to the laundromat together. there's something about you frantically worried that your clothes will be too wet that'll always be funny to me.
if it makes you feel any better, years later i still don't know how much time and coins I should put for the dryer. the high temperature for my clothes scared me just as much as it did for you.
i miss times like that. just. i don't know. mindless things. mindless tasks. it's us sitting in chairs side by side as you scroll through your tiktoks and you going "anthony, look! let's go!!" and telling me all of the things on your mind.
your mind was full of so many things. taxes. the way your laptop makes that sound you want me to look into. that chinese restaurant we went to that wasn’t that great, but your conscience can't tell you if you should leave a review or not. i don't think (or at least i hope you didn’t) noticed i stared at times. there's something about seeing someone think in real time. it's beautiful.
you can almost hear the cogs running in your brain. i’d say a hamster wheel but that's obviously an insult to your intelligence. it’s all of the small things i loved to see. it’s the small curl of your lip before you’re about to say something that you know will make me laugh. the eyebrow shift as you think about something you’ve never thought about before. the stomping of your feet unconsciously to the laundromat tv playing random music videos. it's the way your eyes look at mine when you're ready to roll them about something you're thinking about.
there's so many things that I miss. i miss being...me around you. i miss not having a $20 and you just gave me your coins and said i didn't have to pay you back. i miss saying that's not possible and buying food at your favorite restaurant that i've never been to, not knowing how much that cost. i drank water.
i miss a lot of things but i just miss seeing someone who can be that expressive. i just don't know if i should text you while i'm here. my thumbs just hover over your profile photo at random times. it’s the same profile photo you showed me as we exchanged tinders to just each other. my thumb just lingers there and i don't know what i'm supposed to do.