mouth
i have started eating things with a full mouth again. i want to love you, of course, but i’m afraid. i am scared you would leave. i like living this life, full of the things i love. i like to experience different experiences, even if they are pleasant and fleeting and never to be grasped with the fist. i will always choose the option with more mystery. i do not follow my own rules. i am not like you. i diverge, like a river gully. unwritten, until it has to be written.
we went to a crowded jazz bar and a lone guitarist was playing on stage. i admit, the way you gave your hands to the top of my legs was too much. you saw it in the way i was shaking, almost vibrating. everything you said made me want to run.