I’ve applied for a commercial drivers license.
My hair is red.
tomorrow, I’ll get up and drive to the barn.
I sleep in a California bed.
I have a sneaking suspicion that my favorite color is pink.
My grandfather is dead.
At night, I dream of the ocean.
yesterday, I bought a water filter for lead.
I may or may not marry my high school sweetheart.
But moving to Illinois fills me with dread.
today, I think of deep tree cities.
I’m scared of all the things I’ve left unsaid.