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If I am forever, then forever are you, We are as forever as sun, earth, and moon. Each circles the other, as I circle you. Our orbits contain us, Our gravity touches and ties us together In ellipses that bring us so near, now so far. Between us, we spin unbreakable threads That vibrate and glow with invisible waves, Encasing the planet with our thoughts and our love. Alive or in ashes, through this particle net, I touch out to you, your love answers back.   If my soul is fore

I don’t know why it took me so long to clean the microwave this time. I hate a dirty microwave, but procrastination had the best of me. At first glance, the microwave innards look like an exploded can of rainbow-sprinkled confetti. I see the back right corner is more like the remnants of a drunken projectile vomit. I take a deep breath and get ready to brave the unknown. I choose to forgo rubber gloves and go in naked. I gently remove the glass plate that spins frozen blocks

So I go to the bookstore, a place where geeks fit in. I always have my writing notebook and gold pen in case an idea hits. Normally a short, fat girl sporting red-rimmed glasses, a straight brown bob and a notebook is a flashing neon ad for geekdom. But in a bookstore, a character like me melts into the shelves of fresh ink. I’m college educated four times over. I’m well read and I write daily. I fit the part so nobody bothers me. Except for the coffee shop. You know, nowaday

This morning hit me in the face like a brass-knuckled bastard. I woke to the bugle call of Pat’s TV. Shit! He got himself out of bed and over to the sofa without me again. I scramble down the stairs in my sleep shirt and full bedhead to see if he is okay. I also want to survey what fresh hell awaits me. Rat-ta-tat-tat! Rat-ta-tat-tat! Slam! Thud! Medic! Medic! I reach the last step. Yep, it’s the opening scene of Hamburger Hill with the disemboweled soldier. At six-o-fucking-