March Fourth, Two Thousand and Eighteen

Jennifer got an empenada and I got a plate of Haitian food at the colorful Mercado, she said I seem older this year, and I feel that– Josiah and I drove to the Oscars party (where I briefly thought I had committed a profound social fuck up, went to the bathroom, cried, came back to realize I did nothing wrong,) roads wound around the river and we talked about the ways we’ve supported each other.