In I suppose a pinprick of hope, I look out his windshield

wanting it to be true: northern lights or meteor showers

Hey.  I know we haven’t talked in a long time and I’ve ignored you off and on since age 7, but I’ve been hearing a lot about your friends in the news

Accept now that you are always wrong.

I was two or three years old, and nice Mr. Rubinstein, our elderly neighbor from the next building, was my babysitter. 

I am tired of being compared