stupid iron.

I remember the kisses.

We were getting ready to leave one night. I was ironing my shirt but his stupid iron wouldn't work.

"what the hell is wrong with this thing!? weren't you just using it!? what did you do to it? That's not fair, you get to be fresh and I get to look like i slept in a 2 foot suitcase all day!"

He laughs and walks out of the room.

"where are you going? come fix this! This is all i have to wear! I don't live here, dummy!"

"well i didn't break it...as far as I'm concerned you did."

I start up again. "You gotta be fucking kidding me!? come fix this shit!" The alcohol was nipping at the heels of my words. "what the fuck, come help me! shit, man!"

"yo, iron your shit and hurry up, man!"

"well, dumbass, I'm trying to but it's clearly not working. Dumbass. I don't know how to work this thing. Why can't you just take the two seconds it would take and help me? You're not doing anything. you're dressed and everything. I just don't get----"

he kisses me.

Plugs in the iron.

Goes down the stairs.

And I stand there, with the dumbest and warmest smile on my face.

I iron my shirt.