Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Forty-Four
Dreams about dropped cakes.
No more ice cream for me.
“Last round, best round.” Stretches and then a meditation of affirmations.
I tell him that I lost my cool just a bit. “I said, ‘I don’t come here to lose.’ I don’t want them to lose.”
Yes, of course, I’m here on time.
Still not entirely comfortable.
Leaves falling from trees like snow falling from the sky. Red and yellow and orange papering the asphalt. Green. Blue sky. And yet I spy clouds resting on the tips of the trees.
Time for a fire.
Trust your gut.
I’d really like to eat a slice of this pecan pie right now. But. Restraint.
