kenyon

prelude to a kiss . . . "favorite friends" of mine will be rotated on a regular basis, creating more work for me in the name of playground etiquette. this is so not my demographic. nor is it any of yours, if you're my favorite friends. blimey!
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happy anniversary to me.

twelve years ago today, i met the boi on a broken bridge in providence. i'd just graduated high school the previous day. he and i had been writing letters for a year, then talking on the phone trans-continentally, but this was the first time we'd seen each other in person. i walked barefoot over the wooden traintracks out onto the bridge, with my shoes in my backpack, out to where he was waiting. we stalled for a while, then grabbed each other. it was awesome. we spent the next three week nights together.

each day of thsoe three weeks i worked in a factory taking blistering hot t-shirts off of a heater, folding each one messily and stacking it frantically before the next one came along, very i love lucy. it was illegally hot, and we hosed ourselves off - the silkscreeners and myself - and then got back to work. at lunch break i took my bag lunch to the back steps and sat alone while reading garcia-lorca and waiting for the evening when i would see him again. i was so stomach-churningly infatuated i couldn't eat.

we just held hands a minute ago, and said happy anniversary, with a little irony. now i'm typing this and he's on the bed behind me, laughing his ass off at da ali g show. life rolls. on.