the girl i grew up with, like a sister, turned thirty today. i’ll follow next summer. i visited my dad and he did not ask anything about my life. just may pang beatles photo inheritance talk. if we don’t get what we need from our parents, we go inward. (i realized another thing about my inheritance) || on a film set, to age is a privilege i’m not appreciating. where can i hide when i am no longer young and beautiful? i will no longer be able to hide from myself, that is for certain. so i await her with open arms. hesitantly. anticipating a battering ram

“—something in the shower i realized about the weekend—“

“like the band?”

“…..
…no.”

pitch: an after party where you listen to all the songs the dj botched straight through

just as we are always waiting, so too are we always arriving