
Wow. Mr. Chen took this picture of me a few days before I met Cade.
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Why I loved every minute of the Long Island beach disaster
David Beer, my favorite college professor that I never had, told me, “You don’t know if you really love someone until you go camping together.” Dr. Beer meant the sleeping in a tent, bathing in a river, slapping gnats off your face, and roasting canned pork and beans over a fire kind of camping. That’ll test any relationship.
I’m so in love, I make it acrostic
I think I’ve never heard that said so
loudly, boldly, heavily.
Old words are new - none of the other
variegated moments of my life
eclipse old words-cum-new words,
you now the first from the bottom.
O, love, your new old words
Undo my fear, my hesitation, my memory.
We’re home
Re-entering New York, rain laps the asphalt, pooling in the parking lot. The suitcases at the baggage claim carousel - the one marked for an airline my fellow Flight 1334 passengers and I didn’t fly in on (our carousel is broken and that burly airport worker is tired of hoisting each piece of luggage in the air and yelling, “Whose is this?”) - are wet. Some drenched.






