Today's narrative:
little things that feel good,
like new earrings dangling against the neck
and laughing; a solid laugh
in the parking lot, with a friend.
remembered you at 3:30, fondly.
had a cup of tea.
looked at pictures of other men, other prospects,
and sighed; 'none can explain the epinician ode.'
felt rather rankled
with you,
for your ill-timed theft of my heart.
anyway.
next on the agenda:
i'll dive back into bursting words
with my warmest blanket,
smelling of vanilla -
i think there's a wine-tasting tonight.
but.
still
miss you
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