Do you remember when it didn’t need a house? When we WERE the house. Our big fat eyes just threw everything we had out onto a porch or a bar or a sidewalk.

Love was safe inside of us, because we were the bricks. And we didn’t know to have windows or doors, but we did. Every day was 73 with a breeze.

Do you remember the lightness? You were my back-pack, sometimes, and you were my lawn chair too. I never had to think you were there, or conjure you up. We lived in unison because of no fucking reason at all.

Thank you for your dear heart, and your wild soul. Thank you for being me, and letting me be you.