I read about sex in New York Magazine, I put on lipstick for the first time in a couple of weeks. I move on a track, running circles around adolescent boys playing soccer. I like the way my hair is growing, the lipstick smells like nineteen years old and running late to meet an older man. I go to the sports store to buy heavier weights because I'm stronger now, the weight rolls off of the counter at checkout and onto my foot. A mailman delivers a package from my mother containing four lollipops, an antique spoon with California's flag inlayed, and a self-help book called The Art of Possibility. I watch a woman fill her Prius with gas and the cap stays attached to the car by a piece of plastic. I wonder if I will have a car with a gas cap that I can't lose.