23.12.05 - 12:27 p.m.

i think you and i, creatures of habit that i feel comfortable calling us both, would have a place, a diner a cafe the corner of a very dimly-lit bar a grassy shaded spot in the park, where we would go, brother and sisterly. i'd tell you it's okay to be crazy about someone. that you don't have to let it rush out in tiny geisers then cork it back up. you'd give me disapproving looks i haven't yet seen but can imagine. i'd take unflattering pictures. gush about some book i'd finished that morning. and it would all trickle out because it always does as my little baby favorite boy who is just a year younger than you are could attest. everyone wants to talk about the person he loves.