Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Forty-Four
Tired.
Wolf and Alligator.
It’s only Tuesday. But also, it’s already the end of July.
I want to pick up the bird wing but I know I probably shouldn’t.
I decide to take a right. There is a grandmother and grandfather playing with a small child in the front yard. Wiffle ball and bat. The yard is lined with roses. They are the only thing I hear.
I think I’ve figured it out. Nothing is wrong, but nothing is right. I am the problem. But at least I know that I am.
Invisible walls.
I didn’t even get to break in the hammock first.
Oh, this is so weird. Another new life stage.
A full table.
