Glass heart

By May Chreideh

It’s that time of the year where she stirs her coffee with a fork because she gave all her

spoons to her lover; her lover took all the spoons alongside her secrets and fled,

remaining with one fork solely.

It’s that time of the year where Montreal is covered in snow, that time of the year where

she stumbles upon scattered hearts, where she gets left with lots of questions left

unanswered. Jay returned to straightening her hair once a week, she has been replaying

the same songs over and over again. Jay, for those who don’t know her, is to die for. The thing about Jay is that she doesn’t really know who she is.

Jay lost sense of identity the moment she fell in love with the impossible. She made the

impossible, possible. She woke up every day at 6 am because of a drunk call or a text,

she would pray right after hearing the drunken confessions, she would think how honest

can words be coming out of a drunken mouth? She would take her time to pray until

sunrise, then would start with making one cinnamon and cream coffee alongside one

black coffee. Jay would stare at the cup for approximately thirty minutes right when the

impossible shows up and chugs the coffee in one gulp. She smiles, unsure if her eyes

are still beaming with light or not; she was looking for the light in his eyes, she couldn’t

find a thing.

“How do you feel, darling?” she would ask, a yawn escaping her mouth. The sun would

rise and snow would fall like kisses, just like the kisses she’d shower him in. She wondered, if the truth comes out of a drunken mouth all the time, how easy would it be to lie? “I just want to sleep,” The impossible groans, he was too tall to lean on Jay, but she has been going back to the gym to be able to carry the roof above their heads. Jay, despite having the most beautiful brown eyes, the most contagious smile, the prettiest curly hair that she chooses to burn with heat damage; she couldn’t carry more than she can bare.

It was Wednesday at noon, Rocky and Jay were dancing around the living room. The

playlist ran on while snow kept on falling. Rocky doesn’t leave the house when it

snows, unless Jay wants to go make snow angels; it was a tradition to make snow

angels every Wednesday night, a dance party in the living room every Wednesday

noon, stealing kisses every Wednesday morning, then picking up broken glass.