(SNOQUALMIE PASS/GREENLAKE/2011)
I.
Ever have to have one of those discussions?
She says to me- write it all down, figure it all out, edit out the parts you want to and then just do it. It's that last part that makes me nervous. I tell myself that anyone worth their salt will listen carefully and take away the important parts; not create an elephant out of innuendo. That's the risk you run by getting close with people. By showing your true colors. Eventually you'll have to admit to the imperfect, no matter how small, and take whatever mundane facial expression they have for you.
With careful consideration I start to jot some notes down. Try to think things through without editing too soon. Putting pen to paper, watching the words come out, trying to explain the idiosyncrasies of being human is almost cathartic. Once it's out there, it's out there.
II.
He shows up with flowers and ice cream. Kisses me sweetly and says he wore a sweatshirt I've never seen so I'd be impressed. Looks more fit than the last time I saw him. In the morning he kisses my face until I give in and kiss him back, smiling into the crook in his neck, the place that is becoming so familiar.
