Howhow much I loved you. And how littlelittle it mattered.
A man with your ears and chin and hands. So like you that I am almost not quite dizzy, that I stop to catch my breath.
miedo miel miel miedo
A list of things that might kill me: botulism childbirth a giant tractor-trailer careening off the highway an angry dog a tornado lung cancer an aneurysm the flu MRSA wrecklessly carried scissors a snakebite the undertow the wrong place and the wrong time with lions or tigers or bears a horse accident an electrical short slipping in the bathtub a bullet through the front many bullets a plane falling from the sky, but not you you you not you you you not you.
A repurposing of all my winter clothes for summerbeach. A pocket for the maintenance and protection of sand dollars. A hood for sheltering sea squirts. A glove for digging in the sand, digging digging for ghost clams or bones or just digging.
I will always remember themorningthismorning that I learned what a red-winged blackbird sounds like.
