but I forgot rollerblading past knobby old oaks, hollows gaping at our speed. I forgot wheels stuttering on cracked pavement, skidding on fallen olives,
Feel like fallin’ in love with the first woman I meet, Puttin’ her in a wheelbarrow and wheeling her down the street. Bob Dylan
Today, the sunflower echoes the aging banana on our counter, each one speckling into death. I think of death differently every day. My father’s