He Do Miss Me (One Half of An Eclipsing Binary)

He said: Sometimes, you say sweet things sometimes and I think: I don't know what she's talking about.

S'okay. I tell you in another life, when I come back as the hollow in your collarbone and you come back as the snakebite on my left breast, whispered to you, upon our brushing up against one another, warm in our grey and white parallel universed bed, that sits on the floor, on a foundation of two twins, still in plastic.

I'm just another twanger, waitin' for my man to come home, so sad, so lonesome. I could make millions, or more, but I'm on the downward side of a caffeine buzz I chased all day and I have to go to sleep 'for I get rubiconned into stayin' up all night, watchin' watchdog style, keepin' one eye on the windows, checkin' out sounds, droppin' every g I meet, except the one that stitched my heart together, like a thread in a frustrated friendship bracelet wheel, but knottier.

We lament the space, bemoan the distance, and really, truly fucking mind the gap, but it only seems large relative to the space we normally keep, breaths away. Away! To the last bonzo! The end of the line is lonely, the last flickering light and sound of a tween-com, and they still make shows that have those? I thought that text-in (and quickly opt out) surveys were the new laugh tracks. Too much Bravo, not enough bravura, in my life, but today or tomorrow, around the time I got it down, I will be astounded by how unfair, holiday weekend an' all, but many hours spent in generosity can't be wrong.

Most religions have the same visions but mine is so stupid and childish, like magic. I believe in magic. Magic houses where no one gets hurt or sick and magic husbands who never cheat or leave and magic avalanches of love. Have I done enough to be brave? Like a star without a galaxy, I am, to you.

Love,

Your cuil, cuil stellar wife