Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Ninety-Six
Eyes up toward the sky. Still looks like a starry night.
Outcome. Process. Creative. Negative. Explorative.
Game day coffee mug.
Not early enough.
I can barely eat my salad.
Forty-one minutes past the end time.
“I’m glad I’m not the only one who’s unhinged.”
I tell her that this is why I can never eat on game days.
He’s not wrong.
Joy in the gym.