1989, "Waiting for a Star to Fall"

I am sitting in my mother's Honda Accord. Today a boy named Jerry Wilson gave me his senior picture. I am in love.

The car is cream of color, manual of transmission, four of door. We are parked alongside a smooth lot that will eventually be tilled, tossed, and developed. There is a sign atop that steep drive. LOT 79, it reads. FUTURE HOME.