my life is a tripped-out swirl of long-haired boys (well, just one), asbestos dust, sheep shit, gas prices, text messages, travel plans, old friends, kubotas, cleaning products, tan lines, cat hair, fresh cucumbers, straylight run, procrastination, dreams of having family dinners more than once a year, ratlettes, rosaries, tuition, loving and hoping, turning twenty-three, and acceleration.