Back in June I woke up with wider eyes. And sometimes all I had to do was brush my hair and it looked fairly okay.
Back in June I watched old movies and tried other white girl things. I don’t drink coffee though. Partially because God and partially because I don’t like the taste.
Back in June I had this little dream catcher the size of a silver dollar. I took lots of pictures of it and wore it around my neck because it was June.
If I could give you an image to June, I would describe a pile of stones stacked so high that standing on the top of them would be wobbly and you might upchuck from the tiny trees and office buildings around you.
But if you didn’t look down. If you looked straight, eye level with airplanes and suicide bombers then you’d laugh like your water weight wasn’t boiling.
I won’t be home for dinner. Sorry, you must have mistaken me for someone on time.