She said ‘I really can’t stay’
And he said ‘baby, it’s cold outside let me lend you a jacket and give you a ride home’ because he wasn’t a fucking creep
This morning there’s snow everywhere. We remark on it.
You tell me you didn’t sleep well. I say
I didn’t either. You had a terrible night. “Me too.”
We’re extraordinarily calm and tender with each other
as if sensing the other’s rickety state of mind.
As if we knew what the other was feeling. We don’t,
of course. We never do. No matter.
It’s the tenderness I care about. That’s the gift
this morning that moves and holds me.
Same as every morning.
Aaron Paul being confused by fashion
Frozen Lighthouses on Lake Michigan
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