Wilson middle school. ladders. a roof. we were climbing. mom was at work. there was a peice of gum. the street. a disaster drill. a play. sets. a janitor and meg came out. they wanted us to pass out flyers. caroline. mom, with something for me.

on a separate note.

i realized my mom is not my best friend

i forget when i said she was

that makes me sad

i want that again.

i want my brothers out of the house

and for it to be me and her and some coffee and the steve lopez column on a sunday morning.

ohh my heart is sighing.

i also don't believe i have to hate my father to love him.