its been almost twenty years since we met
she was wearing blue jean overalls, one strap off the shoulder
she reminds me i was in day-glow
a fact i would deny, if only there wasn’t photographic evidence of the event.
she knows everything about me, yet nothing at the same time
she knows the part one always tries to cover up upon leaving the nest
the little eccentricities, the useless facts:
why there is no cartilage in my left knee
the characters in first short story i wrote
who rainbow is
the first song i played on the guitar
the firsts, my defenses that make me, well me.
talking with her now, especially in this place
reminds me how boring my life would be if we were all carbon copies of each other
there needs to be that separation
that split where the light shines through and creates something new.
but its funny, how we know people in different ways, isn’t?
even funnier sometimes how we first met.
dear reader, how did we meet?
i know i remember how i stumbled across each of you…well, mostly. sometimes that rabbit hole gets the best of you.