Tuesday, October 9, 2012

how we are friends

Once upon a time, I know your name.  I write you a letter.  I move into the neighborhood.  I see your faces.  I talk to you.  I come in to your house without knocking.  You help me move.  You get me started again.  You come to my parties.  You play me songs.  We become friends. 

Next, I call you a pretentious jerk.  You flake on a hang out or two.  I am a pretentious jerk. 

You call me out on it and I cry to be kind.  I invite you back again, and again you come.  You are kind.

I ask you questions.  You tell me stories.  I get defensive when I drive.  You are surprised.

We don't know what to do with one another.

So we eat together.

We share our food like brothers and sisters.

You let me sip your beer.

I let you eat half my hamburger.

Then we buy brownies and ice cream.

Thank God for everything that is not kosher, and everything that is.

Thank God for brownies and ice cream.

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