Sometimes I think about moving to Santa Fe New Mexico spend all my days outside red rocks against my alabaster / I have always valued juxtaposition.
At Palumbo the sun’s out a boy runs across the field toddling his dad behind him running too pulls out his phone record record record.
I’m sitting watching with Margot and I’m dreading telling what happened with Lev how he left without word how I was left gasping clutching my side trying to pretend trying not to pretend.
When I do tell her she says That sucks and I’m like Yeah and then we move on.
We’re all pretending it’s spring today. I can’t decide sometimes whether I like the sun.