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Baby

It seems entirely inap­pro­pri­ate to dis­cuss where I have been today. It is so per­sonal that you may be dis­ap­pointed that I let you read it. You may even hate me a lit­tle bit. And if we saw each other in per­son you would avoid me, betrayed that I was not bet­ter. You hoped I would be so much bet­ter. stronger. different.

I want to be.

But I think you need to know.

You need to know the pos­si­bil­i­ties of a human self. You need to know that what we are doing right now, look­ing at this screen, tap­ping our taps, is incred­i­ble. It is mag­nif­i­cent. Infin­ity spreads out its face before us like a baby and we kiss it until we are ter­ri­fied that we can­not stop. We walk out of the room and just keep return­ing, cre­at­ing excuses to see its tiny face, it just feels so right. “What could be more impor­tant than kiss­ing a baby’s face,” you think. Now you are get­ting defen­sive and demand­ing. And by you I mean me.

I miss you (you).

I’m ready.

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1. this reminds me of the mul­ti­tude of eyes besides my own two. it makes me want to hold on tight to you. thanks for let­ting us read it.

   Comment by Vicki — March 24, 2007 #

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