Anatomy of a Dress

Spent the day with River: coffee on the couch, talking, walking around the neighborhood and talking, talking, sitting under the eaves on the back porch while it rained and sharing a joint in silence, remembering the peculiarities and joys of our friendship, laughing so hard tears rolled down our cheeks at the Food Whole meat counter, relating and reflecting, catching the fuck up, each of us talking until our voices cracked and then lapsing into blissful silence, rinsing lettuce, grilling hamburgers, mixing gin and tonics. Fireworks from the mountaintop: splashes of light plooshing over the city and the groan and rumble interminable seconds later: light’s limping sibling, sound, always trying to catch up.

All day went terribly quickly.