South of Sunnyside

It’s Friday, and I’m having a hard time concentrating, so I’ve decided to share a little-known fact about me:

In second grade, I won a blue ribbon for a poem I wrote titled, “The sky, the sky.”

I don’t know where the poem is now, but I remember it being a big deal because it was a regional competition. Or something like that. Honestly, I wrote the poem in about a minute, and with my left hand—my right hand was in a splint to protect the pinkie that I had recently sliced on a pudding can.

So there you have it: knowledge is power.

Please stop it. You’re being ridiculous.

I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want you to do that.

Where have you gone?

I lost sight of you last night.

I could not find you this morning.

Dark falls.

Darkness falls.