Scrumtrulescent

What they say about you isn’t true. You wouldn’t do that. You wouldn’t do that thing. A man you never knew is some friend of your friend’s. I told him how I think about how your life ended and he held my hand across the table (I didn’t say he could touch me). He said, “My friends knew him and they don’t think…

As if I had never heard this before.

“…they don’t think it was an accident.”

It was like he was giving me the delicate present of this idea, one I left among crumpled paper ages ago. Fuck men who think they can tell you things you already know. Such as: the ambiguity of your movements, and the type who wades into a river drunk at night. I was that type on the beach before. I kept a sleeping bag in the trunk of my car. I thought nothing of those suicide missions in moonlight, while you sipped from a sandy bottle, your image of me getting smaller and blacker as I took methodical steps toward the sea. 

Darren Waterston

LILT NO. 4, 2014 Watercolor on 19th century gold gilded 16 x 11.5 inches $3,400 

Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror up to where you’re bravely working.

Expecting the worst, you look, and instead, here’s the joyful face you’ve been wanting to see.

Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. if it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.

Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, The two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birdwings.

"All a girl really wants is for one guy to prove to her that they are not all the same." -Marilyn

I followed you into the water knowing I would never return

by Tracey Emin 

Orthodox priests pray as they stand between protesters and the police in Kiev early Friday.

"It's the second day of an intense four-day road trip designed to follow the paths of bluesmen from their oppressive Southern homes to opportunity in Memphis, St. Louis and Chicago. While exploring voodoo history in New Orleans, driving up U.S. Highway 61 through Mississippi and wandering in and out of noisy Memphis nightclubs, we begin to think of the blues as a suitcase. When it first arrived from Africa with the slave trade, the suitcase contained pain and suffering. By the time people passed it north to Chicago in the 1940s, it had two other things -- electricity and hope."

Things I picked up for you but kept a secret the month we met:

A rock from a Canadian beach, smooth and black with two white rings around it like an enso. 

Hand crocheted toys for your cats: one hummingbird with a red flowered kiss; one duck with a pink bow and yellow bill.

A bottle of champagne I drank alone instead, pouring half down the drain when I'd had enough. 

You can have my heart or we can share it like the last slice - Drake

Mindfulness was in the news today: it's the hot wellness trend of 2014. I stopped my life for a minute but it's coming back. You didn't let me lose myself.

I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each protects the solitude of the other. -Rainer Maria Rilke