I Mean, To Me, Freaking Out Is

Wake Up, Caitlin, Mr. Lensing Had Said. But What He Didn't Under­stand Was That This Dreamland Was Preferable, Walking Through This Life Half-sleeping, Everything At Arm's Length Or Farther Away.

Your Past Is Always Your Past. Even If You Forget It, It Remembers You.

Too Many Locks, Not Enough Keys.

Call It Chicken Salad

This Felt Right. Not Just Leaving, But How I Was Doing It. Without Regret, Without Second Guessing. And With Wes Right There, Holding The Door Open For Me As I Walked Out Into The Light.