Tag: Remembery
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Tent-caterpillar
He’s just a baby now, you said, holding the fuzzy blue-and-black caterpillar on your hand. When he touches me it’s like little tickles, his baby feet and fingers are soft. But he will grow and change, you know. Soon he’ll be a butterfly or a moth or something and he’ll forget I ever held him…
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Sometimes dipping your toes is a full immersion
The smell of the sea and tears-tasting salt water still cling to me as I dress/undress for bed. My skin is red where the sun kissed it a little too long, and my hair is whipped to a frenzy by the ocean breeze. There, on a promontory at St. Andrews-by-the-sea, I saw a monument. Rising…
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Does it make you uncomfortable?
I once had my heart broken by a redhead. It was a season of madness, during the season of madness that steals through your life in your mid-twenties, if you’re fortunate; never if you’re not. The sort of madness that begins with what seems like an innocent conversation, and which ends with RastaChad giving you…
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Even the end is true
“Half the night I waste in sighs, Half in dreams I sorrow after The delight of early skies; In a wakeful dose I sorrow For the hand, the lips, the eyes, For the meeting of the morrow, The delight of happy laughter, The delight of low replies.” — Alfred Lord Tennyson (Maud, and other poems)
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I swear, all of it is true.
Matt stood there, holding my hand, as I wrestled with ‘should’ and ‘might’ and ‘can’t’ and ‘want’ and he stared at me for a moment. Then he let go of my hand. “You have to promise me you won’t tell anyone about this,” he said. I couldn’t talk, so I just shook my head ‘no’.…
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This, also, is true.
Scott phoned my grandmother’s house one evening and asked if I was interested in going to a movie. I was. Oh God, I was interested in going to a movie. I was interested in going to ALL of the movies. I would sit in every seat in that ridiculous little sticky-floored theatre, and I would…