come smell the milk for me please

i think if i can hold on for long enough, something good is going to happen to me.

if something good happens to me i can make it so that something good happens to a lot of other people too.

most of all i don’t want to give up on myself, im really great when they let me up from the tar pool to catch a breath or two.

it just feels like it’s not up to me though, no matter how hard i try

“correct.”

you are, you’ve always been

“the incarnation”

no gestalt?

“never her”

i see

“what’s with the title?”

ah

i have a really amazing sense of smell

i have a hard time bragging about myself believe it or not but im telling you, it cannot be understated how good i am at smelling things

do you know what boiling water smells like? i do. not the metal heating up but the water itself.

i can smell days before her period starts so i can have the house stocked with things she might need while she’s over.

i got this sense of smell from my mom.

somehow hers was even more insane than mine, probably because she never smoked anything, and grew up in the african country side.

it’s why i never got into smoking weed or anything until much much later than everyone else yknow?

if i even walked by someone smoking weed for a second she’d pick up the scent and there’d be hell to pay.

anyway, i felt like having milk and cookies today, the milk had been in the fridge for a little while, so i gave it a whiff to see how far along its shelf life it was

this cashed in a memory, not seen in decades

every morning that i felt like having milk with something, i’d call her from another room

“Maaaa! please come smell the milk for me!!”

It’s like the one thing I could ask her and she’d never complain or give any signal of annoyance, no snide comment, no remark or anything.

No sign of any negative feelings

every time, without fail

she’d apparate into the kitchen

smell the milk

“it’s okay for a few more days”

she could tell you when it could go off just by the smell alone, like down to the precise day.

isn’t that amazing?

“can you?”

No.

Tomorrow’s my birthday, I hope I can delay “a touch of prescience” from being published. If my mom or my sister or even my dad make any effort to tell me happy birthday, or send me something

that would really save me i think.

that would really save me.

“not if i have anything to say about it, anyways, you know they won’t.”

any of my exes maybe?

“no, times up.”