WHEN THE VACATION ENDED I FOUND MYSELF TAKING THESE IMMEDIATE STEPS:
1. TAKE A SHOWER
2. EAT A LARGE SPOONFUL OF PEANUT BUTTER
3. CHECK THE MAIL
4. DRINK A BEER TO DEAL WITH ALL OF THE MAIL THAT WAS UNWELCOME BUT INEVITABLE
5. GET ON FACEBOOK AND OBSESS ABOUT MY COMPUTER ACTIVITIES
I JUST RETURNED FROM A WEEK LONG ROAD TRIP. ELEVEN HOURS FROM NC TO PHILIDELPHIA. PHILADELPHIA SKYLINE. BLACK SHIRT LIKE A BIRD, WATCHES. OPENED BRAINS EXPLAIN THE STORIES OF MEDICINE UNRAVELED. GIANTS, DWARVES, BABIES WITHOUT BRAINS. CLIMBING ROCKY'S WALL, MY FOOT ON A FISH. ACCEPTING MY LIMITS. BIKES SPEED AROUND CORNERS TO VIEW WOLVES IN STREET WINDOWS. ART. LATE NIGHT TACOS. PLASTIC BAGS TALK TO MIRRORS IN THE SHOWER. THEY ARE WASTED. WAREHOUSE SINKS. WARM REFRIGERATORS AND ART SHOW HOUSES. IN THE GREEN SKIRT THE SKYLINE WAITS FOR ME. I SHOWED THE SKYLINE TO ELISABETH. FOUR MORE HOURS OF DRIVING. TO SKYTOP. LOST, RED ARROWS GUIDE ME AND WET LADDERS LEAD ME TO THE LIGHT. UNUSUAL GLANCES EXCHANGED, KNOWING AND NOT KNOWING ANYTHING. I AM OVERWHELMED BY THE COMPLICATED SITUATION I AM GETTING MYSELF INVOLVED IN. BACON. BLENDTEC. KALE THAT TASTES LIKE KIWI. OH, RUGULAH. APRICOT, RASBERRY, CHOCOLATE AND CINNAMON. MOUNTAIN MAN SAUCE. I REORDERED BECAUSE I ACCIDENTELY GOT CHEESE AND YOU SAID IT WAS OK, WE WOULD WORK IT OUT. A WHOLE NEW LOOK AT TRIPLERITE..A BIG KIDS PLAYGROUND. STANDING ON SHOULDERS, RIDING BIKES. ALONE AND TOGETHER. UP TO THE TOP OF THE WATERFALL. TO MEDITATE. TO STRETCH. TO COOL YOUR FEET. RUNNING UP THE HILL. SPLIT ROCK. WE FROZE, SOAPED UP, I SANK AND THE MAN IN HIS UNDERWEAR JUST SMOKED HIS CHEAP CIGARETTES. THAT GIRL LOOKS LIKE MALIKA. AND THATS OK. IN FACT, ITS NICE. YOU FROZE BUT YOU STAYED. IN BLACK STRING BIKINIS. THE HOSTEL SAID YES. THE TIME PASSED. FIVE MORE HOURS OF DRIVING. FUNERALOPOLIS. NEW-FREAKEN-JERSEY. IN A BOOK, IN A BOX, IN THE CLOSET. TO ACME FOR BURGERS AND DRINKS. TO PAULAS FOR STORKS, PULLED PORK, TALK OF WEDDINGS AND BACON SOAKED BAKED BEANS. FOR NINTY YEAR OLD STORIES AND HUMMINGBIRDS. FOR KISSES.
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