honeydunce

Things that keep you going: Thinking about the best laugh you know. The line “I could be your cufflink.” Giving all the misconceptions a pair of wings. Not waiting up for them to return. Letting them bust through curfew. Watching the falcons flying with Renee. Scents that do not make my head hurt. Daydreaming about climbing trees for a living. A vertical career move. Thinking about the time I bought a coconut and bashed it around the kitchen with a hammer. When my roommate Jess brought her cats entire stalks of cat nip. The way she couldn’t look at a plant without stating the latin. A stranger telling me to “be careful now.” Seeing an unexpected Hemingway, Whitman, Woolf in class. Smiling like a fool to the visual. That instant, between leaving and turning around. When you could and you can’t but you want so you do. It is the gesture built by spit, ink, rib. You do it like a thousand times, like a hand on your chest that doesn’t belong to you and the beat on their calluses you can feel. You can feel. You pick up the pen.