Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Seventy-Five
In the dream, I have lost all of the basketballs.
So glad he remembered.
“Fail big.”
Not at the car. Not again.
This isn’t about me.
I tell him that I’m just too tired to argue. I don’t have it in me to fight anymore.
But I also don’t want to give up.
Chips and salsa. These thin slices of kumquats. Old friends. Not nearly enough time. “You’re like the mayor in here.”
Legacy. Gift. Offering. Favor. Blessing.
Life is a wild ride.
