today
today, a young boy biked up to a fallen tree wrapped with caution tape, bent over the sad trunk, and straightened, victorious, waving an entire yellow roll at an empty street, our car his only witness.
today, i visited what may have well been the poshest mobile home in history, resplendent with lush carpets, leather bound books, and sunlight. today, i was gifted a well-worn camel suitcase filled with a treasure trove of pastel fabrics, two ao dai, a lovingly doilied scarf, and three half-embroidered pieces; a food dehydrator; two cups of matcha and a lindt dark chocolate crunch bonbon; and best of all, three ghost stories that were spiritual stories that were really love stories. today, as i watched a face become animated and alive for the first time in months, i might have wanted to believe again.
