Yeah yeah, I just started back to school and already I’m not paying attention. Instead, I’m eating cherries, running outside and spitting the pits, then tying the stems in a knot with my tongue. It’s easier, I think, to tie the stem of a maraschino cherry like the ones found on top of fruity cocktails. Maybe it’s the cocktail itself that makes the tying easier? I dunno. But it’s hard with fresh cherry stems. And cherry pit spitting is one of my favorite summer indulgences, sitting on the front porch in the evening, and spitting the pits as far as I can into the yard like the delicate sweet flower I am. Now why is it again that I’m single?