dialect

this email, that I had been certain to get
but uncertain of when
only to confirm the certainty of my future.

listening to paper planes at 12:57am of tomorrow and eating an excessive amount of department store chocolate, I, as a compulsive habit, check my inbox and yes, yes, inevitably it is here.

and then again, it was anti-climatic.

but no more am I jealous of your cigarette.