Yea, I got a girl in the crosshairs. Don’t blame me for aiming high or across the world to find a dime worth rubbing two nickels together for. She sees me through my shame. Head lifted to kiss a cheek. Y’all bleak thinking I seek fast a$$. We chat about morals, God and Jesus Christ. Our latest infomercial dissected baby-making and corral-keeping. We team up to dive deep in the same pools of tough love to rearrange lips to read soft blessings, tests, winning. Ears of corn peeled, lobsters dressed in cream. I seem to blow off steam funneling out of my ears with a big smile. Yet to text. Single word replies to books curated are dealt with Grace. I try my best. She does too, I guess.