. . . blah blah blah and rhubarb.

they do not kiss
but they both want to
instead their feet touch and so do their arms
it is electric magic
their tiny arm hairs tingling
happily lying together
the sun warming them
watching sky through green-leafed gum branch
close enough to hear each other breathe
sweet togetherness
this lazy lying down dance of love

I'm hungry for a juicy life. I lean out my window at night and I can taste it out there, just waiting for me.

You know what sucks about sorry? It's the worst word in the world. Because it always happens after you fuck up something good.

We're all united by grief, and somehow divided by the same thing.

Fuck!" He hit the door frame. It hurt. He did it again.
"Problems?"
"Yeah," said Gabriel. "Nick took the car."
Michael didn't even look up from the screen. "Huh. Didn't you do the same thing this morning?"
"Don't talk to me like I'm a little kid."
Now his brothers eyes flicked up. "I'm sorry, was that a mature adult punching the front door?