It’s always the thing next to the thing
The middle bottom of the sharks rather than the edge
I went to an all girls school and craved boys. When I got to college chosen because it was a large semi public university not as elite as Yale and not Harvard because it was never part of my thoughts. And David and my dad had gone to William and Mary. My mom to skid more. His father had “passed through” Ithaca. My grandmother could see and crochet and quilt and do wonders with her hands, a needle and a singer sewing. Requiring much patience.