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[emchy]

when i am not working on this horrible project
or while i am rather
i am listening to a johnette napolitano album
and feeling so much romance and nostalgia
and wishing i was working on a letter right now
a letter that would go to the people that i have lost that makes them know
how much they did matter and that we just had to run through our time and them be done
a letter that would bring some of us back together
a letter that would work some magic and put just the right people
on the banks of cedar river by the brenke fish ladder
on this exact fall night with the air crisp and perfect for smoking
and all of the right people would be there
current friends, online friends, past friends - just the right people in just the right place
and we would drink beer and wine and smoke cigarettes and cloves and pot
and the grass would lure us in
and so would the swingsets and the lights of the power plant across the water
bouncing light off of the waterfall
and we would lie in each thers arms
we would wrestle around and swing in the swings
and run and tumble and silly and yell
her face would look pink from the lights of the pussycat lounge next to the park and across the street from the one gay bookstore. the new gay bar we haven't been too is broadcasting pop music that sounds like a racous carnival by the time it reaches us three blocks away. i remind you that that wasn't there the first time.

and it's hilarious because we were never all here together
but if i drink another glass of wine
and turn up this album just a little louder
it's almost like i am there right now