Speaking that poetic nonsense, the dribble of words typed out to express right now.

Dear Arizona,

I can feel summer coming when I cross the street, the heat of the asphalt screaming. Once upon a time, as I was driving with a friend in Arizona, he said, “I hate being in the city during the summer. It’s so much hotter. The sun is reflecting off the pavement and the buildings and the cars.” I never thought of that, until he said it, and now whenever the heat sets in I can think of nothing but.

I’m downtown, drinking iced coffee after iced coffee, scribbling words about my personal life in notebooks but mostly typing words about my academic life into Microsoft word documents. Earlier, Cora and I went on a “date” in a place I went on an “actual date” (or a date until it wasn't a date, and how funny the whole perception and definition thing is when it comes to reality in this world, because from the outside if seemed like a date but on the inside we both knew it wasn’t) and I got the same thing but we sat at a different table.

The coffee shop is playing funk record after funk record (as I drink iced coffee after iced coffee as I write essay after essay. My whole life, one big “usual”, “regular”, and “repeat”.) and lately funk has been playing everywhere I go. It’s like a spring time soundtrack, and I feel like my high-waisted, cut-off shorts from Sydney give me a disco groove that allows for these funky fresh tunes to soundtrack this wild flower’s growth.

The Spinners. It’s written on the side of my hand; the end of it- the R and the S- are rubbing away and I’m wondering what that ink smudged on.

Summer is coming and soon enough I’ll pack my room up in boxes. Keep your sandy fingers crossed for me, dear desert, because there are some summer plans I’m really hoping will work out. (These things involve: juice, a nook and cat, perpetual ink-covered vibrations, and local vocal adventures as well as exploring adventures. I don’t want to jinx it so I’ll just stay cryptic.) Summer is coming and I am going to take my nieces and nephews swimming. Summer is coming and I’m going to roll around in Washington grass.

Back to coffee writing coffee writing coffee writing.
Today is my friend, Zachary’s birthday. Happy birthday, Zachary. I’m happy we talked on the night hike the first night on campus (what seems so long ago now) even though we couldn’t see each other. You are a sweet soul.

Love you, AZ.
See you in less than a month.

xoxox e.