Ten.One Thousand & Seventy

1. 3:45 am. That weird fake-news-looking article said that a sign of adrenal fatigue was waking up at 4 in the morning.

2. I was the sky lighten, watch as the indigo fades away.

3. Leftover rice and beet greens. I don’t have an appetite for much. I make them granola and set bowls of green grapes and cherries on the table. I miss when this was a part of my morning.

4. The sooner I start, the sooner I am done.

5. I am horrible at letting things go.

6. No focus.

7. I have to return to share these things.

8. I gather the freshly fallen plums. They are soft but not sweet. I suppose I should make that jam tomorrow.

9. I want more words to come, but they don’t.

10. Where are the words?

11. Cars are revving outside. Indiscreminent shouting. Sprinklers. The grinding roar of trashcan wheels as they stumble down the driveways; their weighty smack against the concrete street. Sounds like summer.