26 november

Do you remember being in love and how beautiful all the right colors were? Even the movies were on at the right time and the clothes fit even when they didn’t. You were someone who made sense and so was I. These are the dreams we make up when we’re awake and we agree to them. We hold our hands and we shake them. We cook our dinners and we ache our bodies. We are the cups of coffee and we are the scrambled eggs. Do you remember all the diners and all the shops where we didn’t buy? These are the rocks we climbed up and looked over. These are the mountains that we built and then pretended to move. Instead we moved ourselves and then laughed and laughed at the illusion. Oh, illusion! Oh, inverted world and other allusions! Oh, truth and confusion! Farmer’s markets and other festivals of shapes and sounds! Riding the trains in different cities! I sing the songs we thought we knew. Remember how we made our words into food and we ate them twice a month for snacks in packages in the mail? These times, those rhymes, halcyon days in the park with the turtles hiding as vegetables! Let us dance as childish pictures flit by in vintage filters, younger than we ever were. Remember the burritos and the guitars, the stars and the times we thought there were bears? There were always deer, always deer. And I was always real. And you were always real. And on and on and on.