Sometimes I make up categories of people just to leave myself out.
I saw a green ball get cut in half on the side of the road, picture an unripe coconut,
inside my car, where I listen to podcasts as if I'm the president.
I want to feel as prepared as I was during my first piano recital
a conference room off of the food court at the mall
I played allegra with energy. It smelled like Subway
and I was proud of my body, especially my fingers.
The run through is better than the real thing.