Writing

i had a dream
last night that
we were

running 

the alarm had rung, the
sky had darkened (or maybe it was still pale blue),
and people were 

yelling

I yelled at my father.

I remember the sun perched at the very top of the tree—too still, too watchful—like it had been waiting for me long before I ever looked up. Its light wasn’t warm the way it should’ve been; it felt focused, intentional… like a gaze.

they                       went                           farther

than everything 

we know of

I had a dream

I was at the high school

I couldn't carpool with a buddy

we were late

it was dark outside

I didn't know anyone there

I didn't know my schedule

I didn't know what was happening

if i ever own an orange car i will be delighted in being other people's

delight; playing the rainbow car game

on long drives without ever making it past red

is never a good idea.