Two years ago today I did a brave thing and I’m so glad I did. The world may be collapsing right now, but it’s collapsing around us, not in on us. We are safe inside together. Laughing, crying, fighting, forgiving, growing, playing, creating and eating whatever we damn well please. Thank you God for delivering us.
We got engaged in December. It was cold and clear. In front of cameras of course (it doesn’t count if no one’s watching).
The next day, it began. It was cold and sharp. In my car along the Turnpike (with no one watching, of course).
I wouldn’t say the real you came out because I don’t think there is a real you.
You are honey mixed with gray silver micah. Lacking form and shape. You cannot be held but you stick and don’t let go. Clinging to my hands and I cannot quite get all of you off my skin. Dirt and remnants of what was and what wasn’t latched on.
I soak them in water. Warm and clear. And I watch as you dissolve and wash down my drain.