Gianna's Droppings

 In my daydream, I walked Shore Road again Shuffling in my shoes. I never thought I’d be there again- Or even want to be- Singing a different shade of blues I guess my teenage dreams of love and connection Had little to no lasting effect on my adult impression Because I long to look out at the same horizon,  with the ocean spraying at my feet. The Atlantic and the Verrazzano are things I’ve not forgotten As I move farther and farther away from 86th street.  I think of about growing up, and all of the songs I've sung, and I realize I have the same dreams as I did when I was young. 

 She opens her eyes to a gray ceiling, pain immediately shooting up her body. She starts her days by rolling off of the futon (that is perpetually folded), and shuffling to the bathroom. She does not pick up her feet. I’m sure she takes vitamins or a gummy that won't work while she’s in there. Maybe she’ll shower but it’s not a given. Because maybe she showered the night before. And besides, she doesn’t need to rush. It’s not like she has to go to work today: that’s only on Sundays. So, she stands at the kitchen counter while the keurig hums. She makes her coffee with non-dairy powdered creamer…she hasn’t moved on from that. She takes her mug, one that she used when I was a child, no doubt, and makes her way into her bedroom. She flicks the lights on as she sits on the edge of her bed, and swipes open her phone. I open my eyes to a gray ceiling, soreness immediately saturating my muscles. I roll off of my mattress/box spring combo, and shuffle to the bathroom. I take daily medica...