expensive guacamole you know who you are let me know...... looking forward to hearing from you. About 3 years ago you were at the walmart on grand...we were walking out at the same time and I gave you a ride to your truck behind the store! We exchanged numbers and we texted a few times but eventually lost contact! I see you almost every morning for while now, but im working so i dont have a chance to talk to you. You are very beautiful, some days your hair is curly and some days in a pony tail others. Today you had two pens in your front shirt pocket one purple one pink. I have had a crush on you for a long time but was in a relationship at the time. Now ive been single for awhile and want to take you out. I hope you see this. You had complained about the store making y'all park was in the back! Long shot I know but if you see this..let's get together!! We were washing hands you were wearing green shirt..
what color shirt was I wearing?Just thought I would try this..... your a new maintenance guy downtown working different buildings daily. Your dang nice looking and would love to continue discussing more if your into it. Tell me what you look like and approx age or what intersection you cross all the time. We were in class together and we each got to read things we believed in or something.Then your turn came and you started reading fine the teacher was like ok and kinda made fun of how happy you always seemed but then you got to a part you really believed in.
It read something like believe in "mind, man, matter and the power of happiness" and you started bawling your eyes out. I couldn't look at you and you were aware that I could not look at you and it just made you cry even more. You ran out crying.
Mom
Standing next to you at a Bruce Springsteen concert. Your fist in the air, a subtle shimmy in your hips.
Listening to "Big Shot" by Billy Joel on one of our many road trips across country. I'm feeling irascible and would rather listen to Madonna. You grab my hand and pump it wildly to the song. This cheers me up considerably.
The purr of your sewing machine.
Video game dance parties with Mary and Leah. With chips, salsa and margaritas.
You make me and my sisters matching dresses for holidays. We wear them with itchy tights and patent leather shoes.
The bittersweet letters and cards you write with clipped out comics and funny ads from Floridian newspapers.
When you say the word "beautiful" and "love" and "disgusting" and "hate" your body moves with these words as though they are part of you. You mean them. Especially when these words are paired with flowers, a clean closet, cat hair and dog slobber.
The roll of your eyes when anything remotely intellectual is discussed.
A smile that hides teeth. A head that nods with empathy. Eyes that cry with ease.
The vegetarian casseroles you cook from Martha Stewart magazines.
You sing "Pony Boy" to Beckett as the summer sun burns through the front window. She says "again!"
The way you say "I love you." It's meek and punctuated with a question mark that also looks like a semicolon. It's as though you are saying "there's more where that came from, just you wait."
Reads
A few new reads - thanks to my memoir writing teacher Jay Ponteri