Fragmentation

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.”