asking to Dutch braid my hair
making pasta because I’ve the tongue of a toddler
jumping off the diving boards at the same time
fixing my shirt hem where it’s caught on my jeans
laughing at made-up words
painting my right hand nails worse than my left hand would do
getting sunburned because I didn’t rub it in well enough
talking about fostering children
yelling because the world is our enemy
curling up against my back while I watch videos at night
wearing my old earrings
seeing time rot away outside of the house
biking to the store to get kombucha in glass bottles
letting me decorate the cake
listening to sad poems from a collection fresh from the store
breathing at the same time