I dropped acid because I saw the picture you posted with your girlfriend, and I really wanted to see her face ugly-twist away.
But you’re not what I meant when I thought I needed euphoria. Your glow somehow makes my eyes feel greener, and my lids crack open like pistachios; the next thing I know I’m watching the milk turn into coffee (I dropped acid at 9 AM), realizing that you had been twisting just like that. I even think that if I were to tell you about the intricacies of my coffee’s moves, you would pay attention in a way that reminds me of the garden where we used to gather (while our socially-close dropping was still a thing). We would settle for greenhouses in the winter, in the same way that you had settled for your girlfriend, and you and I’d do things that would make me a much better person overall.
It was so hot in there but you would speak phrases that, I swear to God, set the place on fire.
Pascale is Editor-in-Chief of Wrongdoing Magazine, Staff Contributor at The Aurora Journal, Hecate Magazine, and The Jupiter Review, and Editor elsewhere. She has a BAH from Queen’s University, and she’s placed work in Eclectica Magazine, Maudlin House, Witch Craft Magazine, and many others. Find her at pascalepotvin.com or @pascalepalaces on Twitter.