The post-it is a metaphor

Anna Myers | WRITING

“The post-it is a metaphor, Kristi,” I yell.

We met three hours and a few drinks ago, after she texted the WhatsApp group asking if anyone else needed company on this sunny but stupidly lonely Sunday.

It’s the first warm day of the year and I’m wearing the only item of clothing I own with superimposed French text on it, because ‘drama queen’ wasn’t only my MSN screen name when I was fourteen but also very much a life choice I committed to then and clearly haven’t since renounced.

On any other day, I’d almost find it funny.