After taking a **brand redacted**

And falling into a 
medicated sleep for 11 hours I 
triumphantly left my apartment, 
left the building even. 
And left my daughter shrieking on the stairs
with her dad holding her kicking, bucking body in his arms 
and I went to see some friends. 

We did the same shit we always do, which is 
"omg your shirt. i love it," and then running 
an almost-circle around a park. Step step step step step step. 

Do we ever talk about important things? 
About how we have all hurt each other
in one way or the other over the last however many years.
One time we did. In a coffee shop. 

It felt like going to meet a professor and
being told you were failing that class and
not knowing if you were the student or the teacher. 

It was such a nice blue sky over the park.
It made everything feel easier.