Before the alarm.

Monday wardrobe.

The subtext of a text.

Womb. “The process of creation and healing are two sides of the same coin. To create, one must imagine something that has never been. To heal, one must be willing to embrace a new way of being.”

She offers me tea. I tell her I will take coffee. It wasn’t enough time, but some is better than none.

They tell me that they can’t bring themselves to watch it.

Patience is a virtue.

Maybe the problem with education is you have people in education who think so little of the children.

I know who to talk to about this.

Tacos under the glow of the baseball field’s lights. Toes getting cold. Hands getting cold.

I could be wrong. But I could also be completely right. But I’ve wrangled with dragons before. And won.