Clipper,
At 2am I begin the 18 hour drive to Nederland. Did I just take a long time in the Target bathroom? Is my walking closet on Folsom and Arapahoe filled with last season's Diesel denims or can I come over to that watershed tree fuck and watch you drink wine, hear Anna stomp around or April roll up on JRB's shadow and ask you what we do if we ever come back in four years? I've been engaged. tattooed. drunk then sober. skinny fat skinny. smoking not smoking. angry forgiving. into no poems gimmie. Whatchoo know about this here boomboom? Where is our time capsule with all our guidelines on how to take over if we came to return:
"Hi babe, its me, Babe. Looks like you are back. Well don't even worry because This time: ok, so this time basically just relax. ok? I'm not even worried. Here is a Folsom Coffee gift card, a Naropa cafe free pita coupon a book of matches for the offenses in the free box and ear plugs for meditation cause I'm NOT even trying to let you reach the nature of mind- we have like so much to do. This is perfect. I'm right where the blog is. Welcome back babe. we can do this together. So let's just call this operation: its on..."
right?
I feel lighter. Lets do it. we both need me. I want a bath waiting. heat up the hostel, Mommas comin home.
Nail Cassidy
you left two pieces of bubblegum and an ethereal glow in virginia.
ReplyDeletedid you ever find my cigarettes or existential sense of self in your car?