What is the end of this story and all stories but the great ordinary? The lying down and waking up the washing of every dish Your sigh my stutter as our stiff fingers fumble to find each other
Tag: relationships
Four Things
You are kind when you say my accent is good. I deflect and assure you I can say only four things: I speak Chinese like a small child I'm sorry Please forgive me I love you
Of Course
You make a good point. Loving me is about more than the dishes you don't empty from the washer your way of clumping my wet clothes together on the line the bed unmade, morning and night the towel on the floor, open drawers. You are exactly right that these are all small matters like the meals you don't cook taxes filed late gifts unchosen, letters unsent. Of course, of course of course these things are not precious. But I am.
Ass Man
You told me you're an ass man and I thought Great! I have that in ample supply. Now I understand you better than you know you really are an ass, man.
Bones
Why so tired, so sad? With horror I ask myself: how many times did I feed you broth of my own bones?
Dumplings
On Wednesdays we sit my foot resting against your calf under the table over plates of pan-fried dumplings and a steaming bowl of soup And I want to say how much I need this the gentle thing finding its way between us as we laugh and tell our stories of love's disappointment the children we are raising and a future so uncertain I cannot name it
Complicated
I hear everything you are saying
I, too, am a cautious person
prone to thinking it all through
But here's the thing:
it's not that complicated
We love with our minds, yes
but also with skin and tongues
and the soles of our feet
So if you are ready to love like that
Come find me
It's not that complicated
You
Yes, I think it's important that you do you. Just keep in mind that means you don't do me.
Death
There are deaths of many kinds only some of them put us in the ground the rest leave us wandering, wed and dead
Million
The world is wide and the odds are good that more than a million souls would know themselves lucky to be loved by you. Yes, even you. So if this one, here, will not kiss you deeply or want to know your secret names, then, dear friend, I implore you: Please turn and gently walk away.
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