Keys Show Up When You Reconcile Yourself

Remember That Time In The Minivan, Twenty Minutes Ago, When We Didn't Die?

I Thought You Hung The Moon.

We Are Now As I Wished We Could Be Then.

I Hope We Get Pulled Over, He Says. I'd Like To See How The Cop Responds To A Black Man Wearing A Confederate T-shirt Over A Black Dress.

Okay, Maybe I'm Not Such A Shitty Writer. But I Can't Pull My Ideas Together, Van Houten. My Thoughts Are Stars I Can't Fathom Into Constellations.