Striding Copper Fox at Starbucks

one afternoon

My parents canceled all of my therapy appointments for the past 2 weeks, that everyone wants to know what I’ll write about next with a hexadecimal wrench on a 90-degree angle, spit and swim, want to know my “Vim” (I know what you’re thinking with eyes wide open there’s Gaza that’s Ga-ZA like Mellie Za of Register Magazine, on-cover, her “seen”...) her scene in a movie on a beach or a grassy knoll with cows and sheep eating grass—learned of me to realize the animal’s capacity of mammalian “reflexes” that come naturally—I know from Psychology I with Dr. Brandi Scruggs, me and her on a CLASS-Y date at The Sole Proprietor once I’d finished The Final Exam—the class would finish early, but not me, I would wait until the allotted time was reached, me in my seat, and writing on looseleaf, written papers’ pages at what we were in similar ages but being 40 years-old—NEWS: my car has been sold for $4500, that my Mom said I could have $3500 *shrug*