where my stomach disappeared.

Thursday, March 18th, 2010

Dearest parasite,

I’m just going to start…I’m all done, OK? Things just aren’t working out with us anymore.

I know, I know, it started out so good. That day on the Mekong, that deliciously fresh star-fruit you rode in on. I think I gave you the wrong impression. I know I welcomed you so freely, but, really, I just wanted a bite of fruit. I’m sorry, you don’t think me a tease, do you?

And I know, it wasn’t all bad at first. Our first night, up all night, I didn’t mind it so much. I remembered the water, the boat ride, the fruit, and I forgave you all your urgent and crampy flaws.

But now, things are just changing so much. I don’t remember what a full nights sleep is like. Just once, please, I’d love to not spend the wee hours coaxing you away from the brink of total destruction.

Can we just end this amicably? Sweet and simple, just as it started?

Please, don’t hate me. I just can’t do it anymore.

Daak Fai

PS. If you fail to take this note to heart, I will kill you.