Chemical Peels and Sunlight
The chains at the corner cafe are wood lacquered in silver varnish.
My hat is made of corduroy splashed with flowers and a wide bucket brim.
Sporting a t-shirt with a hare as machine, entitled, “full speed“,
…there are children at every turn.
Graphic novels fanned across the table, a bitter latte cooking the path past my tongue. The Sun is out and it’s a moment illuminated with meditation. It’s the best of worlds for a girl who paid a visit to the burn unit after a failed attempt to operate her super swag french press. It’s been a week, and all you see is new skin. A tad young for a chemical peel.
One day prior the boy and I were celebrating his move in date and found myself out with all the old roommates having sushi.
A simple breakfast is sometimes complicated.
There is an acceptable amount of predictability each moment in life is assigned. Only so much can actually be prepared for.
So how this continues is at the same speed that it began; gradual.
2010, you gave my brain razor burn, but damn if I didn’t learn first hand how enduring are my strength and will.
In four months I’ll have been a west coast resident one year.
My old roommates, the family they’ve become, my job a blessing, my man on his way to stir the pot and lovingly drive me crazy with his appreciation for comic troupes and R.P.G.‘s.
Soon, more visits will come, and just in time as my home continues to change and transform.
There is one song that I’m left with on any day. One that never ceases to draw smiles.
Mark McGuire, thank you…
Live from Noe Valley, see you so soon.
My daughter, I am so proud of you. You are amazing!