Still that feeling while fucking there is only this.
Pickup parked outside Hruberic Orchards in late summer, Tom Petty on the radio, we are laying in the bed on a blanket holding hands gazing at stars and I am learning that if I don't write it down I will lose what makes it about love.
After the gospels, after the God spells.
She wakes early to find me, knowing my mind, we are becoming together a prism, we are becoming together a light.
Another day born in me with you.
We agree the vagina is more nuanced than the penis, more responsive to language, but we disagree which is more beautiful to look at.
Museums are not helping maybe.
Outside alone an hour or so before dawn trying to make sense of dying.
Two dreams running Dad is content, unworried, silent in a good way, or am I just finally letting go of the need to win the argument.
He described giving up on an old friend and it made me sad, I heard in his story the voice of those who have spoken of me that way over the years.
We age out of monogamy, it's okay, sex is just another way of communing, shall we.
But who taught me to argue instead of carry weapons, who taught me to get sober, who helped me find a good woman to teach me how to let go of everything, even this.
Route Nine at seven a.m., driving to work in relative silence, surprised at how happy I am, at such a late and unfamiliar - at such a difficult - juncture.
Remember parking at the fair, not going in for a long time but finishing the conversation we were having about John's Gospel, I died that day, became a ghost that day, I was saved that day and you became my savior, om shanti shanti shanti, alleluia, amen.
We choose favorites, it happens, but there's another way.
There was nothing sweet about sixteen.
She asks about my obsession with trisyllabics, tries to locate it in childhood names, favorite stories et cetera, and I go along with the inquiry, equally curious but less committed, i.e., being happy doesn't always need an explanation.
Roads we know, roads we do not.
Falling asleep a little after nine, she says it's okay, so okay, it's okay.
I have a father now, who knew.
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