back in mid-september,
i spent a few days at my cousin’s house in san francisco
where i arrived crying, heartbroken,
where her husband baked me cookies,
where i pulled out her old disney piano book and spent all evening on her baby grand,
where they auspiciously convinced me that i would be okay.
i told suzanne i would miss her terribly and
she came up with this wonderful idea for how we could stay in touch.
each day, every other day,
we’d post a photo from our lives.
like when the sandwich maker at the deli drew a heart on my container box with a sharpie,
like at the l.e.s. french restaurant where i suddenly had a good day when the waiter called me “love”
as in “yes love, what can i get you love?”
and like when i got really sad because i was really hungry,
but then i dropped the noodles on frankie’s kitchen floor.
suzanne is on the left, i’m on the right.
currently listening to:
when i first got my license,
heather and i used to mob around san jose blasting this song
this was before i knew what falling felt like and before i became such an asshole.