They’re all miles and miles away, thousands of miles.
Driving through the woods reminds me of you. Tall trees, so tall, so high, pointing up, reaching for God, reaching for heaven.
I ate my ice cream in the car ride home.
The clouds looked perfect, like a bad drawing of clouds.
I had no idea that I transgress plains that way.
It was nice to see him so, up.
B and her earrings. It made me happy that she would put those on, an accessory, silver, dangly things that zig-zagged down her neck.
Another working title was, “The Vulnerability.”