Pumpkin Spice and Not So Nice

by Becky Monson

I was the one before the true love, which makes me a pre-love. The rehearsal love. The before true love.

The clean white linen envelope with my address done up in handwritten calligraphy.

Twenty-one days to make a habit is a joke.

I’m still paying off my debt to my mother for having to birth and raise me. A fact she brings up often.