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this one is from the archives.

driving home from being with you. the windshield wipers are a little slow to be in time with the song. smoke rolls up in curves like your milky hips as you lay next to me, then floats off into the fog. you want me to tell you how to not be that way but you don’t want to open up to my shiny love, love! you like to confuse you like to eat me up but you don’t want to eat my kiss and that’s okay. in dreams i’ve seen the promised land of us laying in bed naked together on a sunday morning, breathing and fucking, reveling in a more pure life. double parking, chic peas, art mailed over the sea, back to blue beaded necklaces twirled between your slender teenage fingers it’s the love you make, not the rules you don’t break. the thing that confused me most is what you see, how i fit into the puzzle of your big beautiful brain. echoes of a less worrisome time perhaps. a coda to a past mused over in books before they were a job. sometimes i trip on this but i have to let that drift away, i need to focus. i need to be here now since everything always hangs by such a thin thread, teetering.

time

i’ve been feeling strange lately. occasionally inspired, occasionally numb. perhaps the warmth of spring is loosening the sap in the old tree.
i’ve been feeling the urge to stay up late, socialize. things i’m not at all used to. i’m normally perfectly content to cook food and enjoy peaceful solitude. what is this light which attracts the moth?
three o’clock roadblock no more, on to the new.
i have a bunch of stuff i need to blog about like the pastry crawl and my birthday party. this will remind me.