My Golden Birthday.

At 20th and Tustin

I am running on an early Sunday morning after a hard and cleansing rain. I run past people leaving church. My aching sides and burning shins, feet hitting the pavement. This is my religion now. When Cecil Otter's "Rickety Bridge" comes on in my ears I run like your god just gave me a new pair of legs. And I start to think and wonder if my heart has muscle memory the way my legs do. Is loving you, just like riding a bike?

assaulted by a memory

do you remember that summer, at the pizza luce block party right before i moved to california? when we got so drunk and fought all afternoon. you were so angry about the last two years that you put your fist through the drywall, and I am still thankful to this day that it wasn’t through my face. do you remember how hot it was in that apartment, and the way your feet would stick to the wood floors that seemed to sweat almost as much as us... do you remember how much we loved each other..? i guess, if that's what you can call it. something in the spectrum of immense emotions. the lines are so convoluted sometimes. thankfully i have never known anyone the way i have known you. i think there is only so much space in the world for things like that. can you believe that was six years ago today... time is such a strange thing.

OC Fair