i run out of the house twice in my socks, shoes in hand. strawberry pie for breakfast and it’s the sunniest day this week. work is slow and loving. adam tells me he wants kids. adam tells me he’s been in a 27 year long coma. adam tells the man who wants my number at the drive thru that i won’t be coming back. i am trying helen’s ice cream concoction. i run through firework crowds and smoky streets. i watch them crack. i glow fluorescent as i do the night routine. i hold a girls arm. i get in the car. she left a dollar. the air the air the air