Lately, I think about it
more and more. Like
a sick little kid, I want
to go outside and
play.
But I’ve never been
especially good at
choosing play
partners. Is Trey
the game
I’m after, and is he
after me? If so, I need
to learn the rules of his
game so I can
play it well.
I Meant to Pick Up a Stash
Make a quick about-face,
head back to Reno. Like
I couldn’t have guessed it
might not turn out that way.
But I haven’t talked to anyone
my age in months. Between
that and the toot, my mouth
won’t stop working.
One bowl. Robyn and I talk
about Reno, how life used
to be. Two bowls. We talk
about how life is now—
too many classes for her,
too much home for me.