they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Monday, February 27, 2006

we ate pasta
and talked about
god and life
and remembering.

the cheese kept finding
the corners of my mouth,
and my napkin kept missing the mark —
making a mess of my face.

i had parsley and cilantro
in my teeth
and garlic on my breath,
but we talked like we meant it.
and I looked at you
and loved
that man.

i helped finish your bowl —
forking rotini with my fingers
licking goat cheese from my thumb.
savoring.

1 Comments:

  • At 9:56 AM, Anonymous rach said…

    love it love it LOVE IT!

    This is Rachel from Bible Study - I googled blogspot and your name and found your blog! I love your writing style. And your honesty.

     

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