30 Till 30 | An Ode to 22
Jan 1, 2023
Yes, you’re getting a week of poetry. *snaps* *snaps* Enjoy.
Twenty-one was a wash, its drunken mess a
heap on the floor of the house of a friend whose name I can’t
remember.
Taylor Swift blared on the stereo of my best friend’s ride, and I rolled
my eyes, “Of course.” They laughed and we careened through San Diego,
the perfect sun brazenly breaking through a would-be winter, but
Southern California knows no cold.
My day, like the weather, was mild but sweet—nothing but a small group to
keep me company, just the way I like it.
A day of no consequence made memorable.
