Sally sings the songs and Sunny sings, too. I could have dreams and be young enough to believe them. “It’s easy” they said. “One step at a time” they said. “One step at a time” I thought. Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk.
If I get there first, I win, no? No. Each step, a sprint – a catalyst for my tired mind. Pushed and pulled into directions I don’t want to see, so I don’t. Franco falls down and Frances follows suit.