Lindsey Heatherly

The lawnmower cranked on the very first try. Still sounds like it's on its last leg. The a/c held up in 90-degree heat, didn't bat an eye. I had enough cash to fill up the tank and grab a few Coca Colas. The tv still works and the cats made a mess, but I've learned we can make messes and still do our best. I watched the sky fade from orange to black, finished mowing the lawn just in time. The moon took its place over the roof—thank god I had enough to send the check for this month. My daughter's laughter is muffled by the closed door I fixed with a Phillip's head and flat. I don't know how this will all pan out—I could get stuck in the what ifs. Spend a lot of time in my head, like I oftentimes do. Lots of suffering there, in a space I can't see. But the sun will come back, and tomorrow will be, and the birds in the back yard will sing. 

Lindsey Heatherly