I think of the beauty in the obvious, the way it forces us to admit how it exists, the way it insists on being pointed out like a bloody nose, or how every time it snows there is always someone around to say, " You're lucky this is a take home test, boy." I highlighted and double underlined. There's beauty in the obvious, and your bellybutton is where you started, it's where cells divided and grew into you so let me do what students do best, you can test me later but right now let me study." She said, " My bellybutton is not an erogenous zone." And I said, "
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I wrote notes on her skin in flesh toned permanent ink that would sink and sit inside as I tried to underline the important parts of her: bellybutton, birthmark, collarbone.Īnd I wrote notes explaining that hers felt like silk stretched over stone. What are you guys doing in there?" And somewhere amid the awesome and all of the in between we replied in unison, " Her younger brother knocked on the bedroom door asking, " Her orgasm was a wet gremlin multiplying itself into another. We loved like two hit-men hellbent on assassinating regret. I guess that was enough for her, because that girl's father palmed me a condom and wished me a happy birthday.Įven now there's no way to tell, was that awkward or creepy? We lived like two games of solitaire waiting to be played by one another.ĭo you love her?" And I said if there were 1 million teachers breathing down my neck telling me that the answer is no, I would say yes. Is it too late, or too early?" More often than sometimes we didn't care. There are times in the North when the sun never sets.Īnd it gets confusing when we ask ourselves questions like, "
That year it was Yellowknife's first day of continual light and, despite the sun not setting that night we each went home alone, even though our parents told us, "īe home before dark." We could've stayed out for weeks, could've watched the way the sun leaks like liquid over the horizon, casting shadows over all the right places of a bargain bin where love was 75% off, and we were collectively 25¢ away from forever. I think of her, more often than sometimes, and if she ever hears this I want her to know that our first kiss tasted like pepper. I woke up the next morning with a smile that told the world, " We loved like an electric chair hooked up to a nuclear power plant and plugged into the sun, and everything we did had never been done. You're so soft." And the last person to touch them may have said it for the twenty-eighth time but today, I'm number twenty-nine and I'm not saying it for her benefit, I'm saying it for mine.īecause there's almost 7 billion people in the world, half of which are men, and when the number of them is 3.ĥ billion it's pretty fuckin' cool that I was number twenty-nine.Īnd once upon a time I was first in line for a girl with freckles and strawberry blonde hair. Take, for example, something as simple as touching someone. It's like pinching yourself to make sure you're awake.
In the moments when we can't believe it we have to say it. Oh my God we're totally humping." Regardless, there's something beautiful about stating the obvious. If I knew what I know now then, way back when we first met, I'd point to the sunset and say, "Įvery now and then you can catch it wrinkling in the rain." See I can talk a good game from the stage, but if you want to gage a romantic thing said when we were messing up the bed the best I can give you is, "
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