Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Fifty-Nine
When will I sleep again?
Yes, I know it takes me longer to get ready these days.
She asks me if I have my Juneteenth ties and wares. I think she’s confused me for someone else. But now I have a Juneteenth tie.
Black cod and vegetables at a BBQ joint
Oh captain, my captain.
All I can think about is the stack of statistics homework waiting for me on Sunday.
I wonder what it must feel like to be a normal person who doesn’t think about their car flipping into the water every time they go over a bridge.
The water of the bay is choppy. Murky waters cresting and crashing. Dangerous waters.
I just need a morning off.
Whatever is happening in the backseat is making me laugh so hard my stomach hurts.
Still can’t sleep.