CONVERSATIONS.
I can still have conversations, but I have to do a lot more work to make them happen–text, write, call. I miss floating around campus and getting swept up in billions of conversations a day.
The conversations I have at work
AREN’T REAL CONVERSATIONS.
Wry and Notes getting ready in the dressing room for our performance of William Inge's Summer Brave. November, 2009
I don’t recall
ever graduating at all.
Sometimes I feel
I’m just a disappointment to y’all.
Every day I just lay around, then I can’t be found.
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