Peace movements and radical thought your specialty; we went to dinner to discuss the proliferation of the working class into the military. You impress me – letting your passion take the helm.
Alter ego, a self-professed bitch, irreverence for status quo anything. You hark at anything that smells of bull shit and spend your nights sleeping with the interesting. Your motto: Just be.
We spent time making rum cake (your family recipe) and talking about your days traveling with the carnival and being a Blue Star. I drove through Corona to see your home.
IAH was the class you taught. We’d smoke Marlboros at break together, disseminating quips about the class. You were the last guy I pretended to like. You never questioned my motivations.
Eyes flash fear, I remember you pee’d yourself while holding the gun to his head. I couldn’t understand why you were scared – the man with the gun. I get it now.
My Fairy GodQueen! It was a good time, though I did hide from the world in our relationship. I felt invincible with you and yet constantly judged. Thanks for the friendship.
20/365 Lady on the bench
I suspect Schizophrenia, you spent your days by the river on the bench, preaching life lessons your voices gave you. Serendipity, perhaps? Always right, I questioned possible divinity in your insanity.
21/365 T under the willow tree
Ah, lady. Our story wasn’t as simple as I thought. Self-disclosing I lost you because I believed you couldn’t love me as is. I’m so sorry. This is my biggest regret.
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