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dinner tonight

we ate italian food by the side of the street.
it seemed as though it was a makeshift patio but
when I walked in and you were out there on your phone
talking all sorts of business with
all sorts of people,
it didn't matter.
we moved in your bed and two couches and I knew
walking on your hardwood that
I might be spending some time here
with the new fumes and the
creaky floors.
we went to a jazz bar where everyone seemed to
prize themselves on being eclectic.
okay by me 'cause we're eclectic, too.
we watched the band and as you drank your martinis and I
my gin and tonics, we moved closer and the warmth of your arm
felt like home.
this morning, like all mornings, was bright
and through your window sun crept.
I worried about how my body looked in daylight.
I worried that the conversations the night before would be
written off due to too much wine.
I worried that the really important conversation, you know, the one
that had to do with
you.and.I
would be forgotten.
you rolled over and kissed my back.
you said, "I have to go to work now."
and it was like daggers.
we dressed and rose and you brushed your teeth.
we laughed about a movie we saw years ago.
we laughed about our foolishness and deep inside
I know you said
we'd be on for dinner tonight.

11:18 AM - September 26, 2002

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