couch parties, puppy hugs, less coffee, more water, harmless ghosts, the same familiar faces, perpetual life soundtracks, solitude at my disposal, mystery shows, hospital shows, regular dates with 6am, the oven (only at night), countless films, worn out novels, museums, fairs, baristas, bonding with blood, renouncing the city for a dozen better others, clever thrifty meals, endless days, running highs, parking lots after midnight, and the keepers of my soul.
I long to revisit the carefree summer version of myself.
