love’s a burrito pt. 1

I can’t even look at him.

He keeps going on and on about how I have made him feel these past five months and he thinks I don’t feel anything but all I feel is the intense urge to relieve myself.

“I know we’ve been though a lot, but I think it’d be better…”

What would be better is if we continued this at another time.

The past few months were wonderful, but right now, none of that matters. That sacred meal last night with all the cheese and warmth and happiness enveloped in that tortilla… It was those beans… those cursed beans.

“If I could live it all over again I would…”

You’re right… I regret nothing… The burrito was worth it all.

My face is having trouble hiding the verging catastrophe threatening to breach its blow hole, but he won’t even begin to notice. He’s talking in circles about all that we meant to him. Maybe we should break up. If he can’t see I’m in need of a trip to the stall… not that I wouldn’t enjoy stalling this. I don’t know. My prairie dog setup in my rectal region isn’t contributing any to my care for this relationship.

“Hmmm, maybe we should break up…”


I hope you enjoyed this flash of fiction. Parts 2 and 3 are coming soon. I hope you enjoy this day as any day and look for the beauty of every moment.

~may your breath always be the way you wish~


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