Jerrica Carr and T. Jackson

Innate

Part I I dreamt of the Michigan River again, last night. The cold waves lapped my feet, mom sat in the lawn chair, happy, waving, as E yelled, “Come on it’s not that cold, once you get in”. I yelled, “Naw!” “What, you scared?'' He shouted. That was it, I heard my big bro’s challenge and plunged in. It was freezing— sub-zero, but only for a few minutes. We were happy then. I wanna be happy again. My phone vibrated, announcing, uber was en route. I snapped out of it, and searched for my right sock. I have to get out of here.