Many Months Ago

Sigmund Freud came galloping out of the forest on horseback.

On the Second

I'm in the back of my Toyota Camry with my dad. I'm eight years old. We were along the side of my grandmother's house in Cape May parked on the grass near the tomato garden waiting for my brother and mom to come out of the house to drive back to Philadelphia. They were together again, my mom and dad, even though things weren't so perfect.

After a while of waiting I went inside the house. In the living room were moving boxes and bins stacked up around the room. I went upstairs to the hallway to find my mother pacing and screaming. "I'm never going back. I don't want to and you can't make me. I'm staying here."

Tuesday

I met up with Colin where I had asked him if he could sell me tree. He began shoving large undried leaves of an actual tree into a tiny black film canister. For a moment, I stared in dismay as he struggled to make this work, the motion of him packing in the green leaves was mesmerizing, but a bottling fear of anxiety began to rise as I heard Mama's voice, she was coming closer with her boyfriend, Frank, afraid they would see...despite the fact I know they're total stoners.