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2004-02-23 || 7:53 p.m. || a wolf with a crown on his head. || and i forgot to mention that i saw m.t. the other day. m.t. was seventeen-eighteen and i was nineteen-twenty and it was a charged relationship, all hands in laps and the strategic placement of selves on furniture. downloading song lyrics in computer labs to sing in dormrooms. scrabble games and the smallest sweaters and wrists made for birds or winter trees. he is a grown-up now. i kissed his beard on accident in the motherly way, grabbing hold of the arm of his coat to make him stoop so i could reach him. he has the same voice but it sings now. he stood beside me in the dark waiting to go on and i could feel it, the nice air between us, the way molecules remembered how to behave when in our midst. i forgot what semi-good friends we were and i won't see him for a long time but it is so nice how things work out in the momentary at a bar sense. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |