i kind of want to remember this day, and not…i could forget it…but things keep popping up from 8:30 and 9:00 and when we went to bed. and this morning. i wanted to leave-at 8:30, but i fell back to sleep. i did that three more times. i went through intervals (with him) that seemed to run like sentences…there was no stopping. and the curtains were all closed — because of the rain and the curtain was covering the front door, which was all glass. it looked like evening.
i’m watching prelude to a kiss and wondering if i’d get along as well in jamaica without a mai tai- …maybe if i kissed an old man i’d feel the same way she did– like dressing up in a cabana sweater and picking bouganvillas for everything else including my hair.