Maybe We’re Not Meant to Love This Life

Worms on the pavement after the third storm this week.

Put the golf ball up to your ear and hear the ocean.

Tiny heart tattoo on the inside of your wrist.

Drive home from your dead-end job.

Every autumn I lose my mind.

One orange on the table, so lonely.

The fluorescent overhead lights in the supermarket hum a familiar tune.

Do hamsters on a wheel ever know where they’re going?

#2023