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I had the most wonderful time with Michele this evening. We planned to have dinner across the street at Pepolino but we cooked together instead. Branzino with lemon and salt. Pasta with butter and parmesan. The carrot salad from Rigor Hill.

I feel so content with this friendship. I can speak my mind entirely around her – though there are certain things I do not say because I do not wish to upset her (and I do not think she wishes otherwise).

It’s pure happenstance. She ran into James and asked for his help moving some art. When he could not make it, he sent me instead. What ensued has been, so far, one of the greatest joys of my life.

To meet someone so entirely curious and knowledgable and honest. I feel lucky tonight. I am writing this solely for the sake of remembering. Oh how I hate to forget.

It’s always hard to leave a place. I know this. I know reward comes from discomfort. And yet I love this home, I love the landing, I love our skylight, I love pretending. 

It’s my first night in New York City. Under the same roof as my brother and sister. Many times over I wished for this moment. I wished for them. But oh, how I miss my yellow teddy, and that soft mattress, and the big brick house, and Anika, hug? and Alexis, I know right.

Steal my heart
Hold my hand
We’re on Decarie
Lily, this is my favorite band

Not long after
I met someone new
His childlike wonder
Reminded me of you

It didn’t take much
His white picket fence
I dreamed of this world
I held it in my hands

Oh it didn’t take much
Green eyes on the girl in blue
Papa I saw it coming
But there wasn’t much to do

I’m older now
And you are too
You take me around the world
Papa, I met someone new

He’s mighty and quick
Devilish and I feel sick
And he’s got that same wonder
Help now I’m undercover

Yes he steals my heart
He holds my hand
But the truth all around us
A tight noose, a fraying band

This one I didn’t plan
But he likes your song
Even knows your band

Check under the bed
Don’t forget the lights
My swimsuit in the shower
Your promise dead on site

The car is here
Don’t leave me now
I can’t see in front of me
Not even the ground

Nowhere to run
It’s time to hide
We’re from the same cloth
But cloth can be dyed

I ran into you on my way home from the Apple Store. Maybe it would have all ended had we not been on the same street that day. I came home and thought of your mother.

Beneath the surface like a winter bulb
Scintillating highs and harrowing lows
Memories blotted in her wake
The shadow of disease and decay

James gave me this link for Christmas. He says write anything, who cares, and one day you will die. Here goes