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Jul 10, 2006 14:31

Returning to a city which used to hold body to a love affair is strangely dislocating. Returning to restaurants where looks & gestures were meaningful, where tables gave cover to intertwined fingers and meals were scarcely eaten in the first collision of passion. Especially when, sitting at said tables with once lovers, all feelings of burning have been extinguished, there is scarcely a match to be found, let alone an ember.

This time i saw a new Austin, where the only romantic love to be seen was through the eyes of a secret agent (no loverman to be found), an on-looker. Although, my love for miss rubyisresilient is undeniably ferocious & strong enough for me to endure a layover in memphis. I drank many iced-coffee-chai concoction, lost terribly at a game of scrabble (but i did manage to put radium down on the board, althogh poet was forfeited for a double-word score), enoyed a first-row viewing of pirates of the carribean: the search for an octo-human heart, swam in two kinds of water, navigated a japanese garden lush with bamboo bridges & stepping stones, & procured the secret ingrediants that give life to Thunder Sauce (tm).

Reclining on the sloping hills of Barton Springs, freckles exposed, i thought of how my body is started to let me love its shape. How, at 24, i bought my first bathing suit since pre-adolescence & didn't hide behind the cover of a t-shirt. I padded around in my hotpink-and-black-starry-eyed flip flops & let the world see my bare: even the upper arms & thighs. I pulled bubbles from green carpets of algae & let my shoulders soak up the sun.

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