a teaspoon and cactus flowers
- this week alone, i have studied enough advanced biology that when the rain started its pitter-patter against the windshield, i saw thousands of tiny cells instead.
- michael and I spent last sunday working on our flowerboxes. michael cut the wood and measured everything precisely, and put everything together with nails. if michael were a geometrical shape, he’d be a square, with exact and perfect lines. My job was to throw in all the dirt and mix it all together, re-plant the flowers, and then sow seeds. If i had a geometrical shape, i’d be all undecided, like a parellelogram.
- But despite our difference in shape, i fancy being with michael. when i ask myself why, my heart beats super fast and the answer doesn’t matter anymore.
- our house is part workbench, part living space. sometimes i step out of the shower and get a splinter. sometimes i will be boiling water for tea and plaster falls into the pot. it doesn’t bother me too much, i just can’t wait until it is through and the worry-circles under his eyes can go away. occasionally i will put my arms around him and say "michael, please remember to take care of yourself." i know that i am guilty of only writing in here about him when i am weepy. but the truth is he is my aurora borealis.
- ;and blushingly, exit
“He is my auroa borlialis” Wow. What a description. I’m glad you found someone who moves you like that. Always Yours, Diane P.S. I did a list of my own for my blog entry today. Thank you for inspiring me.
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it is when we are weepy that we need most to remember the most astonishing things. and we write about them.
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You used to be TheMuse – how on earth did you become Incongruent? 🙂
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