Ten.Two Thousand & Forty-Five
No more dairy.
Solstice. Cancer season.
I buy the book.
Less data entry means less dancing needed.
Miso caesar with grilled shrimp. Crudite. I prefer tiny carrots. Lemondad. Cold-brew decaf.
I take notes while they talk. I think of more and more questions. I remember why I liked to do what I did.
I fill in the form and say to myself, “I’m going to win this.”
I like it when he’s talkative like this.
Vanilla shake with extra sprinkles.
I won it.