Forty-Seven
tonight I ate bahn mi tofu with fries and sipped slowly on a moscow mule in the patio garden of my neighborhood favorite with my beautiful boys
then we traded card swipes for tokens in the arcade across the street and my husband beat me swiftly in galaga and my son and I nearly tied in air hockey but I won by sheer accident/a november wednesday under a waxing taurean moon on the day I was born