The corner

I couldn’t imagine the lengths she would go for me. Maybe it was my lack of faith or maybe I thought she’d had left by now. It was this one day that changed my perspective on her. We decided to go out to North Vancouver. We usually plan out where we go a few days in advance due to the six wheels attached to my body. We’re at this market and we’re both bored to death. I can't count how many times I’ve been to the quay in North Vancouver. There’s just water and boats sailing around. That’s cool and all but all I crave these days is an adventure. I want to swim in the water even though I can't actually swim. Does that matter? If I drown, I know you’ll jump in to save me.  I want my body to become messy and disgusting by the powers of nature. You start looking up “what to do in Vancouver” as if we’re tourists in our own city. As you make suggestions, I laugh at the fact that we aren’t prepared for many of these but maybe I was being a tad dramatic. Could you blame me? She is...

My face is staring at the ceiling  contemplating why I’m laying on this sterile, blue bed. My wisdom teeth are about to vanish from this mouth as if twenty is the age where you have all the wisdom you need. My eyelids are drifting down into this abyss of needles and tubes. Nurses are scattered around me waiting to scar my skin. Blue, latex gloves snapped on their fresh skin ready to puncture my sterilized flesh with shiny needles glimmering with hope  only to crash my spirit in the coming hours. The anesthesiologist carefully pushes the drugs  into my melancholy veins while this excruciating pain  spreads all over my body  unapologetically numbing me as if I’m not numb enough. These delicate eyelids burst  open like it is the last moment as me Strip me from everything I’ve got to give yet still expect more. The everlasting contradicting myth; They say removing wisdom teeth makes you wiser. ...