Night driving through Jersey. late. dark. monolithic bridges, rising up like so many Godzillas. Should be scary, alone at night, highways, routes, signs, trailer trucks, turnpike, tunnels. Mostly blackness, some glittering water, lights shedding indications. Then look! Lady Liberty intermittently visible in the harbour! Eerie, but brave and wonderful too!
I’m not thinking of where I’m going, just going. instincts, or something else maybe, lead me on. dream like. these directions home are new to me, but I only make one little wrong turn and I’m not concerned at all. Trusting that I’ll find the way, and I do.
Now how is it that there was blood on the sheets after this second deflowering? I thought i’d gotten my period…but no.
all sweetness, Maria Callas, red wine in purple glasses, kisses, whispers, even stuffed cabbage! (really I’m not kidding, but before not during!)
some doubt, some discomfort, but more trust for some reason. “Do you feel safe?” she asked “I want you to feel safe.”
I did
(pretty much)
It’s like you said Uno, some people wouldn’t think of doing this, but here we are.
Springsteen:
“Now some guys they just give up living
and start dying little by little piece by piece
some guys come home from work and wash up
And go racing in the streets.
Tonight, tonight the strips just right
I wanna blow em all out of their seats
Calling out around the world,
We’re going racing in the streets.”
Due
