Red Summer’s Blog

More than anything, I miss wanting you. The persistent ache of dreams deferring. The nagging feeling that I was missing something. Remembering exactly what it was and finding my way back to it. Yes! I miss finding new reasons to find what I was missing. Then only

simply put   i could never respect someone who had such poor judgement they ended up falling in love with me

it was the officer double parked on a tight street running toward your house gun drawn and flailing ready for his big break-in that made me pay attention   730 school traffic green light means go i dont usually come this way this far down this street

i always come to you a fraction of myself squarely rooted in my lowest common denominator   i know you’d prefer a piece of my pi infinite integers extending endlessly giving you an opportunity to ponder the probability analyze my amplitude   but whenever you’re in my

i admit that i still look for traces of myself in the curves of your words wonder in all these years had i done anything worthy of writing but that is not the point i want to make here it’s more about the way i wanted to

Now that you have seen my roots Covered in earth Calloused and dry Call me beautiful   Trail your fingers into my caverns Find the rivers Drink me slowly Salt water your tongue   Stand me in the sun Oaktree me Branches reaching into the expansiveness of