disappointment feels like

a sore jaw from hanging over your bed

to reach the charger,

greeted then with what disappointment looks like

the outline of a light blue, arrow-shaped triangle

on a colorful screen.

disappointment tastes like

coconut caramel swirl 

but not too much, or you'll feel sick.

in fact,

you'll feel sick after anything

because that's what disappointment 

does to your taste buds

in its early stages,

still brimming with the sugary cream of false hope. 

because right now, the arrow-shaped triangle

is still solid, 

the little grey writing reads delivered. 

now we wait

for disappointment, the inevitable

we play with our fingers and reload our feed

while we wait for him to see it. 

and this,

this is what adolescence feels like.