shirtless. One long movie, Match Point, what
stress! Boyfriend looking for coded messages in my poems.
Romantic brunch on the ocean. Buy new underwear. Watch more
movies. Chasing clues across continents...
Annie Hall. The Lady Eve.
Door-to-door bar-hopping despite a little tension,
too much for no good reason.
And then there’s this: walking up the hill, hands clasped,
you walking backward,
me forward.
