Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Twenty-Three
At least there is only one kid to take to school today.
Tumbler from the hippy lady playing God music in her garage.
I’m telling her what I was told, and we’re trying to figure out what it means or how they meant it.
So many lies in so little time.
We test my cuff, and it is, of course, very high. She does a manual reading, places her stethoscope against the crease of my elbow. She is only a few numbers off the machine reading. We decide it’s close enough to use as a monitor for the upcoming weeks.
Greek salad.
First in his group; 39th out of 712. Never ceases to amaze me.
I am standing in between the stacks, head tilted, reading the spines. Out the corner of my eye I see the library walk by. She backpeddles and reminds me that I have a book on hold. I am startled at first but then realize she must recognize me from the article.
Already sweating.
I would like to be sitting across from her again, digging my spoon into her apple crisp.
