- Journaling until the anxiety and grief
are just spiky graphite letters
on a lined page,
and I can see a path forward. - The opening credits
of The Summer I Turned Pretty. - Holding my very close friend’s baby while he sleeps,
listening to his little baby sighs,
smelling his little baby scent,
feeling the softness of his little baby feet. - Putting together a Lego flower kit
at my kitchen table. - An hour at our little town coffee shop
with my daughter. - Running alone
until the pain smooths
into just what it is. - Leaving an office after everyone else has gone home,
the sky evening-colored,
the parking lot empty,
the shop silent. - Asking for help.
- Sitting on a white hotel bed,
working on my laptop
while my child lies on her stomach
and watches cartoons. - The sound of the dishwasher
in my dark kitchen. - Checking things off
my infinite to do lists. - Tidying my little house-
chaos into order. - Wednesday
and a Bloody Mary.
JennStory 