They were very sweet. At my going-away party on Tuesday (”what is that,” a friend asked, “Boone’s Farm Black?”), Jake snapped this photo with his phone. There were roses. Roses! And marble cake.
In which I am surprised.
Today was my official last day. My laptop was cleared, my last podcast put up with no fanfare. I [...]
I would like very much to go
snorkeling with you –
Our pale, East Coast bodies floating like foam
in a cobalt salty sea
Where, fluttering alongside schools of flatfish,
darling you and I would speak
A new language
of air bubbles and gestures, pirouettes and
pipe-delayed gasps
as electric eels writhe below.
Hey, remember when I offered this counter contest, to this legit contest? Turns out, I’m a deadlines person. This hippie “due when it’s finished” crap wound up doing me no favors.