Three wine glasses later...

[sabrinamari]

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)

e. e. cummings

"why am I never with you when you are drunk?" asks Michael, on the phone.

"because I am never drunk, and when I am, you are never with me," I say.

and I am curled up on the couch thinking of the lovely evening I had with Stephanie and her roller derby queen sister, on a blanket in her backyard. And there was sushi and lovely elegant pastries and her sister told me many strange and funny things, and we laughed.

And then I remembered this poem, from my favorite 20th century poet, and it was good.