this right
I drove through dusty parts a clean ocean air. wore my thin soled shoes so i could still feel the earth.
the smell of eucalyptus brought me back to 6 with tan skin, water drenched fingertips and salty long wavy hair
brought me all the way to 23 where i found myself there again. and again. this time 26, and i almost got this right.
just close enough to everything and far enough from it all that i was able to be in: now. returning this time with purpose. with study. with a tight schedule. happened upon old friends numbers. happened upon dialing. hoping to get this right this time. nervous fidget with a margarita in hand. and another. and so it goes. i almost got this right. a familiar height, a familiar look. rubbed against bloody elbows. i tried to be sweet. and i almost got this right. too sweet. too thoughtful. too real for a southern california night: another margarita changed that pace. fast. lost. and familiar just long enough to get to some other place. watched, sat, photographs. we showed up late. slept in a perfect sized bed with too little sheets. warmth on my toes. no weight on my body. and so it goes. i drove all around the memorized coast. stopped in to see faces i hadn't seen. spent early mornings and late nights in the water catching the best waves the water had to give me. a bit dizzy, a bit scattered, and i almost got this right
the smell of eucalyptus brought me back to 6 with tan skin, water drenched fingertips and salty long wavy hair
brought me all the way to 23 where i found myself there again. and again. this time 26, and i almost got this right.
just close enough to everything and far enough from it all that i was able to be in: now. returning this time with purpose. with study. with a tight schedule. happened upon old friends numbers. happened upon dialing. hoping to get this right this time. nervous fidget with a margarita in hand. and another. and so it goes. i almost got this right. a familiar height, a familiar look. rubbed against bloody elbows. i tried to be sweet. and i almost got this right. too sweet. too thoughtful. too real for a southern california night: another margarita changed that pace. fast. lost. and familiar just long enough to get to some other place. watched, sat, photographs. we showed up late. slept in a perfect sized bed with too little sheets. warmth on my toes. no weight on my body. and so it goes. i drove all around the memorized coast. stopped in to see faces i hadn't seen. spent early mornings and late nights in the water catching the best waves the water had to give me. a bit dizzy, a bit scattered, and i almost got this right