I only have eyes for you, I say. And I mean it. He is the new standard for all things. Everything is beautiful and then there is him –a whole new definition of ultra-beautiful. When he hugged me last, I almost didn’t feel his arms. His skin is my skin: the very temperature and tempo matches … Continue reading
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Fleeting Thoughts No. 6
As I walk through the train station, I’m stopped by a man who says that he hopes I have a blessed day, and he is sending me “yellow balls of positive energy.” I’m not exactly sure what this means, but I say “thank you” and keep walking up the stairs. I beat myself up for … Continue reading
Fleeting Thoughts No. 4
Six hours after I thought I saw you on the bus, I was still looking over my shoulder. Suddenly I was seeing my hair the way you might have been seeing it – my tangled headphones, my tapping foot, my posture slightly slouched against the glass of the window – all through your eyes instead … Continue reading
Fleeting Thoughts No. 2
We listened to Nancy Sinatra, the sky was lavender, and we were eating that fancy cheese I kept hearing about. We didn’t have to be at the drive-in for another half hour. There was no time to get invested in a TV show, so we sat instead, watching the trees move. Does a scene only … Continue reading
Fleeting Thoughts No.1
I have started to believe that everything is living and breathing, ebbing, and flowing. Sometimes that means things ebb towards me and sometimes they flow away, but nothing is really lost. I like the thrill of it all, the sort of spectacle and unknowingness and wondering, but I also like the comfort of sitting in … Continue reading
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