Guest Post

This post is a guest post from my soon to be wife because I refused to write a blog post and instead made dinner.

Our relationship with food is tenuous, it sustains us but ultimately distracts us. Right now there is hemming and hawing over the fact that food is necessary. The kitchen harbors a pacing man, listing the ingredients to a dish we will never finish. He hums along to hozier, he pulls the asparagus from a vase- in short, he is distracting himself, distancing himself from some further notion. He would love for this to be a simple night, a restful night. He would love for this to be a productive night. He cannot decide, and decides not to decide. He wishes there were someone else to make this decision. He won't accept the decision when it comes.

Days are like meals- overfull, necessary, and tedious. We drizzle them in fat, oil, sugar, and heat, we watch them sear, applaud ourselves the little victories. We still fall asleep, overfull, overworked, overtired. We still fall, hunger full of empty notions.

The cabinets are slamming, falling against the cheap 70's style grain. The drawers are shifting, the water running. We are all noise, no sight. We are all days, no nights.