Wednesday, January 30, 2008


You sit there listening to your Prince collection, and I try really hard to imagine your expression as Raspberry Beret gives way to Kiss. Perhaps, a hint of annoyance, joy or anticipation, even a smile as someone cracks a joke on your computer screen. The white fuzz illuminates your pale face, but I will never see. It's not my right, I would say. Not my destiny, you will reply.

How very cruel of us. It was our fickle minds, not a weak heart or meaningless lines of fate. The mind that lets imagination fly, centuries and miles, defying who we really are. I still see minute moles scattered over the perfect skin of your back. I can trace them silently, your skin twitching under a cold fingertip. I imagine grand constellations broken by the bumps of your spine. A white fuzz illuminates tiny drops racing down my face, but you will never see.

Tuesday, January 01, 2008


"We hope you enjoyed your stay
It's good to have you with us, even if it's just for the day
We hope you enjoyed your stay"

I just celebrated the best year of my life.
Hope you enjoyed it too.