Tell me more:
about giraffes
about pokemon
about bad guys and good guys and the traps they fall in to regardless of the side they fall on.
Tell me more about green and blue and purple
and bracelets and beads
and tell me how you’re pretty sure you’ll still be four next week even though you’re starting at school one day a week for the rest of the year.
Tell me more about the blue oceans of your eyes, the way you inherited the gift of the gab, how you look at me like maybe something exciting is about to happen.
Maybe something exciting is about to happen.
Or maybe I’ll just spend a few more days driving to no where, and no one, for no thing.