Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Seventy-Five
Wednesday.
The orchid is blooming again.
Today, I do the second drop-off, too, because I want to, and I should, and I can.
Every day is Russian Roulette.
We steal away a few moments to ourselves. Ramen for warmth.
I am running late, which means I am flustered. I am talking to her on speaker and trying to find a parking space. I see them, but I also see that the van is gone. I pass them by and then turn around. It is feeling too hard.
He comes back to town to pick me up. I tell her that he just really likes having me there with him.
3-2 count. Contact. High ball going and going and gone over the fence. Thank goodness I got it on film. First high school home run.
The sun is setting and dropping just behind the water tower. It is cold in the shadow.
I said by my birthday. Two months and twenty-six days.
