The Things We Are Made To Hate
I hate fish. I used to love fish. Twenty minute breaks from class in the banyan trees spent devouring Publix sushi. Extra spicy mayo on the side. Fried fish at the Salty Dog that made me sicker than, well, a dog. Even after, I still ate fish.
Until I had two emergency surgeries and woke up hating everything about fish. Two years later, I still can't have anything to do with fish.
I wish I could have surgery and hate everything about you. I wish you made me so sick that I could not even think about tasting your lips.
But instead, I watch you from afar through Instagram photos, only seeing moments that you want me to see. I fall into imagining I am the hand's face that you always leave out of your photos, the strange lips meeting yours in 'toaster'.
And I avoid all fish.