"give me the potionah. dark summer afternoon chill and i'm back 5 summers past, slow draw on light cigarette lounging on damp splintered wood of peter's porch in squirrel hill. badass times, jetting from nyc home to pittsburgh and boston and san fran, every week a new hotel another flight while the dot.com world exploded and i was a part of it, living fat with expense account frequent flier new boyfriend new knowledge heart full lungs blackened giddy buzz of spring.
to make me love you
make it a double-
make it a double."
- morphine, like swimming
there's nothing in the world like being in love. i fall in love almost every single day, with words smells ideas songs friends places tastes hopes etc. getting married won't stop it, i'm afraid - i'd be sad if it did. ed gives me 100's of things to fall in love with - one of the many reasons that he rocks my world. he is also cool because he understands / accepts that i love to to delve, to seek and to engage - and yet he still lets me leave the house without him. a wonderful person, my husband. [see, i'm practicing.]
today i am smiling from afar at my friend steve [not the trainer, another steve] - but don't tell him. he is newly single and i don't want him to think i'm throwing myself at him in a fit of pre-nuptual frenzy. but he is, quite frankly, tremendous. i am fascinated by him and so pleased to have made his acquaintance. among other things, he has a white-hot brain that i love to sip slowly.
back to it -
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