Friday, September 17, 2010

I never lied to you except for that one night.

And that time at the chicken restaurant. And that day we were arrested for standing up for what we believed in. And on that plane to Arizona. And in the back seat with the hitchhiker. And after that Solstice party at Never-Never-Land. And at that horrible dinner at Steve and Irene's. And on top of "Old Smokey." And during that aborted shopping trip to T.J.Maxx. And tethered to that octopus. And when we had that argument about "The Cook The Thief His Wife and Her Lover." And in line at "Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers." And in the submerged Cooper Mini art thing. And over Dr. Zinn's dumplings at the Golden Palace. And during the six years of couple's counseling. And on the vacation to Mazatlan. And during the World Cup. And at the infamous dinner at my pervert Uncle Snack's houseboat. And at the Cheesecake Factory. And during our cross country ordeal. And at the endless Burning Man weekend. And at confession. And in the morning. And in Guru Dave's hottub. And on the tandem bike. And the whole time we read "The Corrections" together. And in email. And in front of the neighbors' kids. And under the boardwalk. And down by the river. And over the hills. And through the night. And at high noon. And with a straight face. And wearing a hat. And eating Hole-In-One donuts. And about your weight. And about my exes. And about my feelings. And about lying about that one night.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Whirl-wind romance! A certain splendid confusion!