I’m that bad type
. 4am and it’s impossible to get comfortable.
. Extra coffee will not fix the puff on these eyes.
. He’s Canadian and we spend time talking about which is a better border crossing. He cracks my neck. We discuss the citizenship process. My shoulder gets a relieving snap. We laugh at how nice it is to hear familiar accents. He presses his thumbs into a knot and I clench my fists. I can turn my head. His daughter takes my copay.
. A professor has left medicated bandages on my desk. Something she brings back from Korea to help with her neck pains. This kindness is appreciated in so many ways.
. I’m happy for him. I’m really happy for him. He deserves it. And her smile is contagious.
. I’m exhausting all my friends. What are the ways I can say thank you?
. Gavi. Fromage. Salt. Sun. I choose the Arneis. Notes of chamomile + honey.
. How do we heal from woundings? Sometimes time is not the answer.
. Bats & fireflies & the moon.