4-29-21
When I asked Amelia what to write about today she suggested I write about pink. About my parents (her papa and gram), and her aunt. About the goldfish she played with at lunch – how she gave them her friends names and felt bad when I ate one from the box, yet she ate the ones she imbued with life. About playing princess zombies together while we waited for Marie to come home. About how I got short with her in the evening because I washed my shorts with a pack of black & milds in them and was grumpy at myself for ruining my bad habits. About how, at the end of the day, our love is like a bruising sunset – all various shades of vermillion, pink, violet, indigo.
-E.B.
Ed Boy 