- the waning moon at sunrise, cappuccinos after work, touching the gods at bedtime, and learning to say good night again.
petting other people's cats, churches on every corner instead of starbucks, wondering what car i'll end up with, trying not to get the accent and still saying "y'all".
being called "miss" by old men and "ma'am" by the rest, reading in the mornings while eating oatmeal, watching favorite old anime in the evenings, letting the teddy bear steal center stage sometimes, flirting with women in backseats, steel-etto nail polish and a waiting jar of purple hair dye.
laughing at work, the lingering sadness that sometimes shows up just before sleep, unremembered dreams, pen and lined paper, the magazine article they want but that i haven't figured out how to write yet.
striding through the little town with a city girl's pace, clomping along like a sore thumb, halfway back in the broom closet, and the co-worker who recognized it.
the promise of independence, the need to not waste time, saving up for the tattoos, wanting to be perfect, being too self-centered to ever be a good friend, loving the adventure of starting over again, deer running across the road and vultures perched on the peak of abandoned houses.
the suitcase i am still living out of.
prayers, and magic.
