I emailed my husband a poem, and he replied by sending me a to-do list.

I am a long drive through ugly country.

Sometimes, we need to give people more than they deserve.

Today, the sun rises over endless fields of what.

I’m having a strange day in which everything my left hand touches feels rough and everything my right hand touches feels smooth.

Sometimes I feel like a faint pencil line under all the wrong words.

I want so much for this day.

I sing sweet songs while I piddle around the house, just like my mother did. My husband studies the qualities of maple leaves scattered on a table, just like his father would.

Driven to abstraction.

I just saw a flock of birds flying in the shape of a giant bird.