Savor It

by Tarah DeWitt

I would love to find a person of my own, but I refuse to let not having a partner preclude me from enjoying my life.

I busy my body and my mind until there’s no room for anything but the small joys in all the present.

People auto-referring to wherever they grew up as “home” will never cease to amaze me.

“B-bye, Indy,” the sentient penis with a car calls after her, waving a sad hand through the air.

This time when she shuts the door in my face, she does it softly, which is somehow worse. Like the punch didn’t need emphasis to be justified.

“Has something ever been so good that you wanted to push it away? Maybe you’ve seen a film, read a book, or even had a vacation that was so incredible, you didn’t want it to end. You wanted to hit Pause and stave off the inevitable.”

sadly, I have not transformed into an irresistible siren in the span of one night

I love thinking of the people who have touched the same old books and walked the same spiral stairs.

“He’s a cat! He doesn’t respond to my commands!” As far as he’s concerned, we are here to serve his every whim.

She’s always surrounded by so much life. Her garden and her creatures and just … her. Like some sort of mythical thing.

Life’s short. Go to the library. Live a million different stories and see a million different places in one. You might not have control over some things, but you can always foster your imagination.