I sit in the driveway, feet kicked up on a tempered glass table, a hard seltzer on it, reading
He walruses seltzer bottles, giggling
I whiff it
I don't turn on my video
I will not be volunteered.
Hanna is laser focused. There are treats afoot
He sets up the shot and she nails it, jaw snapping
Should we go get boba?
Right now?
Yeah.
No.
The rug looks so cosmic.
I am a woman in need of a chimney sweep
We should respond to that, I guess
I haven't played yet today
Should I buy the runner rug or should I not buy the runner rug
deliberating as if it matters
There are people falling from planes in Afghanistan.
Are human hearts meant to be broken every day
Biking across the bridge smiling and the Amish man glared at me, my skintight shorts exposing every bone every taut bit of flesh in my knees. I don't know what he was thinking. I only know that he didn't smile back. I only know that he looked at my knees and his brow furrowed. Maybe he had a bad experience with a knee in the past.
The bottle cap in want of a bottle. Or glad to be free of it
The little metal speaker invites expansion and contraction
The spiky green cactus is burgeoning
It wasn't great, but it was good
She thought she'd found love and had to call the cops
When will we stop destroying each other
