Two red cars, one black car, one green car, two blue. The city bus I’m on speeds through traffic, then screeches to a halt as three jaywalkers waddle past. Two pedestrians, one chubby pigeon. One white car, three red…no. That doesn’t follow the pattern. My head throbs and I close my eyes, concentrating instead on the music moseying its way out of my earbuds. I tap my shoes to the rhythm. Two beats, one beat, one beat, two. Two Wellbutrins in the morning, one Adderall at lunch, one Accupril at midafternoon, and two Ambien at night. It all fits the pattern.
— Mayee Zhu