A year of us | day 273

A year of us | day 273

day 273

I drove to the coffee shop with Born in the U.S.A. on cassette the whole way. At the coffee shop, I tried to write but got stuck before the two stopped at the gas station off I-10 in California. Blame it on John Lee Hooker or restless nights or the Times. I should have put on my headphones and drank another cup of black tea that sat like a bale of hay on the middle of my tongue. I sat at the counter overlooking the street and waited to see what might happen next.

A year of us | day 270

A year of us | day 270

day 270

I bit into the first strawberry of summer, full of juice and sass. One kid was feeling better while the other was just fine. Might as well hit the strip malls, we agreed. Home depot for art installation supplies, Whole Foods for sushi and hot bar, Barnes & Noble for all of us. The boys passed out as soon as they splayed out on the sheets. I cracked open a book and hoped it would be a night for sleep.