we made it throughthat glorious mess and still came outthe other side—whole and alive not untouched we were hithard torn down toskin and bone and no one will get it no one will understandwhat it tookto get through what i mean is— i’m gladit was you even ifall i had leftof myself was skinand bone
and your beach hairi know you’re with herin another city maybeor in another cafe? maybe the one we used to likemaybe you go there with her nowand say you like the dirty matchaand she’d like the americano and there will be a stack of bookson the tableand there will be a wound on my headthat…
because there was this one timei told you to buy a carbon steel knifeand i saidbut dont use it on tomatoesand you saidbut i only cut tomatoesand i thought that was funnyand i know you thought it wasfunny too maybe tomorrow i’ll miss youin honey butter toast,or in the sound of oil crackingon a pan…
going to you. just a simple drive down commonwealth and i thought how easy it was to goand how undoubtedly impossible it is to do now that some places don’t let you return just because you miss them