Chocolate tea and thumb drives filled with father's MP4s.
Ganesh supposedly cleared obstacles by sweeping the kitchen floor and cooking dinner. Gluten free. Meat free. Sugar free.
The eyes need rubbing.
Tomorrow's book club with five Oregonian ladies. A discussion of To The Lighthouse over wine.
My whiteness may blind me.
The terror of taxes and unpaid medical bills.
There is everything in nothing, but the nothing feels more like nothing and not enough of everything.
We wait for summer fireworks to bark at dogs and shit on cats.
I am not. I am.