wanting to write
a list remembering once driving with Alanna North into the mountains at
night high on Stewart’s National Coffee Day coffee gushing as we turned old
curves as we’ve known each other and love before and I was loving her for
knowing me for being my old calm friend and frogs came down with the water as I
told her how I’d been thinking how you probably don’t need me and we
agreed that that might be ok maybe good my list my list your laugh both when it is light and
polite and when it is helpless and goofy like a kid the smiling lines at the
corner of your eyes I look at your face to see the old man and he is young
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