April 15, 2013
The waters seem calm, overly calm. I seem to understand the ins and outs of intimacy. The sun just came out of the clouds and I'm moving fruit and flowering trees. Remembering the guy I watched in the hi-lo, squinting his eyes harshly to line the forks up with the pallets inside the truck. His tan suede boots, slightly pointed, tapped the pedals in an experienced manner, always looking for the best angle. I'm ready, I think, to no one in particular. I'm ready for the next relationship. Where is it? What do I have to do for it?