ello, jello

So what do I do with all of these kisses unspent? They’ve been accumulating in this little blue ceramic cup in my bathroom, gathering dust and hair and forgotten promises.

Two weeks ago, someone told me they were collecting them. Said they like creating things with them, that they’re just the perfect shape and size. Like chain mail, for instance. Said if you have enough of them, the possibilities were endless. Better than just tossing them out, they said. Better than recycling them, too.

I don’t know where this goes. I’m not using them now. I told the person I’d gather up the ones I had and the next time I saw them, would gladly give them up. These bottle tabs aren’t for me.