slowly moving things to montreal. a suitcase here. a backpack there. an inclination there. a heart there.
this love is underneath my toenails and shooting up my spine. inside some electricity. he asked me to be with him and i said yes. my hands still believe i could be dreaming.
my least painful relationships, friends or lovers, start with a decision. i choose you to happen to me. i take responsibility for the decision to have you in my life. to hold your presence like a posted letter, carry you with care from where you reach me to where you are going.
he asked and i answered. let’s take care of each other. let’s be safe and brave with our hearts. something like, ‘pretend it is impossible to be afraid.’ something like, ‘i will not abandon you.’ something like, ‘let’s make all of our desires come true.’ something like that.
‘come here. stay here.’