words for empty and words for full

not feeling like a cascarone anymore. more like a stewed tomato. i know it’s just temporary. but i think it has to do with the posters not getting here in time and feeling disappointed in myself and aware of my weaknesses.

so i was feeling deflated and aimless and decided i wanted to eat something hearty (fries), so i convinced susan and sophia to go to mando’s with me and susan asked me about _____ and i told her about how he’d criticized my ambition and she was like, “that’s not what it’s about. it’s about having a good life.” i feel like susan more than anyone else is allowed to say this and allowed to think it and allowed to actually know it.

title courtesy of the poet bob hicok