Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Fifty-Eight
A sliver of moon and a blanket of stars.
A different route to keep me off the rocks during these dark mornings.
The view coming down the stairs every morning. The changing color of the light. Not even bothered by the pile of laundry that’s been sitting there for days.
Out of pods.
The last time? The last time.
“I want to give myself time for my self.”
I tell her that I just like to have a plan. I don’t like chaos. She says I need to work on my need to control when the chaos becomes too much.
He sends him a text about the Cubs making the playoffs.
Sometimes they have a lot to say.
“Low key, I think you could cook at PUC.”
