i like you i know i’m not supposed to tell you i should wait three days to call i should act aloof i should NEVER give myself a prison tattoo of your name i’m guessin’ but i try to tell you in little ways you smile at me i program the killer robot i’m building …

i had a dream last night it was about a girl i don’t know sadly but i liked her (and you can’t spell chemistry without REM) she had many of the characteristics of someone i adore tangible and not enjoyably aggravating and then some but it wasn’t her and for the record it wasn’t one …

behind the curtain of a ballsy fragility there lives an ease that was not easy there exists a grace that is not always graceful beauty can mask cheekbones that sometimes look sad when they are smiling even grin determination needs downtime the prize is still there even if the eyes close briefly but there is …

“So I’ve watched a number of people hit on you already this evening. A couple groomsmen. Bridesmaid. Ironically-named best man. Even the bride’s grandfather –” “He called me a ‘skirt’ and asked me over to his apartment to watch College Jeopardy.” “Damn… If I knew that was what I was competing against…” “It’s a tough …

“If I ever write my autobiography–” “You should.” “If I do, what should I call it?” Beat. “Often Irritated, Never Duplicated.” “You’re freakishly good at that.” “What I do have are a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a very long career.” “Tell me something about you…” “Like what?” “Anything.” “I …

She hugs like she means it. I can’t explain it any better than that, really. It’s never perfunctory. That was my initial thought the very first time we hugged. I briefly pondered that she looks shorter when she isn’t so close to you. But bare arms on warm bare arms, as we laced them around …