North Austin/South Austin (West End Avenue Ennui)

 The nights of South Austin are quiet enough to hear the conversations of a million crickets, and the house there is exactly what i’ve always dreamt for us: spacious and beautiful and adorned with relics from our past. With its backyard to make love in and the hardwood floors of real adults.

The nights in North Austin are urban and loud, but i could hear your voice over all of it – as thick and confident as the conversations of a million educated men.  And the room there is exactly what i pictured for us: small and closed-off to everything but your whiskey, my cheap champagne, and our illicitness. With its bed to fuck in and the makeshift curtains of kids playing grown-ups.

In each room i slept in i dreamt of the other. A pinpoint of perfection between North and South where you and i would eat organic yougurt between lines of hard-earned cocaine. With a backyard to make love in and the makeshift curtains of kids who are too afraid to stay in one place too long. 

i never want to wake up from these dreams. Like how i never want to leave here without you. Like how i never want to leave here at all.

Because i believe someday we’ll have our beloved pets, and our beautiful house, and our healthy dinners in the silent backyard. It’s just that nothing has tasted better than that twelve-dollar champagne as it passed from my lips to yours while we retired behind your makeshift curtains to your bed and made quiet love in the jackhammer morning of North Austin.

6/3/08

Austin, Texas

(South Austin)