there's a medley of celebratory gunfire outside. i'm scared and i love you.
Mostly because I don't think they could handle it. Also because I wouldn't order dessert without you. Also because I don't want anyone to decide which of us is the slutty prude and which is the prudish slut just yet :) I'm writing this down because I think this is the first time I've felt I don't want to abandon ship. Having said that, our ship is by far the most pathetic, baleful, bobbling, noisome-- it's a dinghy, it's a sinking dinghy. But I love it, so much. Like spitty babies with big eyes. I trust you. And the sharks. More than the shiny oil spillers...and more than I thought I could really. And you'll say it's more to do with me and timing and that's probably true--but I'm glad all those coincidences were wrapped up as you. I'm glad we repressed bizarrely similar cookie traumas at age two. I'm glad I don't have to explain anything that matters because I finally feel safe to fight about things that don't. |