Wednesday, February 25, 2009
You are back and there is no conversation about it yet. It is unimportant now. I have moved on and on again. I feel so tired that it seems possible that I have changed my ways. Certainly I have no energy for random anger and sex is a thought I cannot finish. Strangely I have the energy to care, a warm love, and a gentle sense of regret. The ones I love. This small handful of nice things, little birds warm in my palm. I love you. I say it and I know it is true. I love you and we share history and that firey torment of my erratic sexuality has been paused. You will be glad to know this. I am in sleep mode. I am a slow winking light like that little glow at the front of my laptop, a closed shell, but with a heart still beating.