Self Portrait in the Form of Google Maps Reviews

By Jay Dye

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★★★☆☆
Wait time was too long. I stood around for hours, but never got what I wanted.

★★★★★
This is it. The real deal. She will peel apart her ribcage and let you see her naked heart. She hides nothing; exposes everything, even the ugliest parts, the intestines, blood, rotten. All of it is on the page. (All of it.)

★☆☆☆☆
has never been to the bottom of the ocean. does not know what it is to truly cry. can not comprehend loss. mourns but is never mourned.

★★☆☆☆
Doesn’t make sense. Why can’t life be understood? Some of us want to know why we are here. No answers, just questions!

★★★★☆
at dawn she walked the shore to greet me in a hug. she was smiling. it was the first time I have felt such warmth. I can still smell the salt from those waves tangled deep inside my nose.

★☆☆☆☆
doesn’t return my midnight calls; wonders but is never wondered; lingers too long around the corners of my skull; cold, in general; struggles to stay human; liable to wander until her form has changed into something else; never comes home the same.

★★★☆☆
Just slightly too much space between the shoulder blades. Better to carry the weight in front, held out, slipping through your hands, struggling to work your fingers around, constantly spilling over.

★★★★☆
unable. unwilling. unworthy. still, the food was pretty good.

– Jay Dye