After all of our years, I still love you. I know things are bad, but please give me a chance to make things right. Don’t forget what I said about the pants. The pants represent us: once in perfect condition, and now ripped up and cut up and sewn together with a shitty thread job. But no matter what, those are your favourite pants. Don’t throw them away, help me patch them up and turn them into something new and beautiful. —JB
This article appears in Mar 1-7, 2012.
“The Sisterhood of the Shared Yeast Infection” by Maya Cooteritches.