happy birthday, fiestada
May 24, 2004, 10:45 pm

A love poem to Fiestada, my heterolifemate:

daisy petals fall and announce the clove of seasons

but we're not daunted because

we

can find solace in this couch

we inhale cancer clouds and talk about the death

of our relationships

but is it any wonder that,

like a lightswitch through a Michaelangelo postcard,

we're still friends now?

if the world is too much for either of us

we can still play cards

flip them over to tell our fortunes

and laugh that it took us so long

no matter what changes: our names or our taste for early 90s gangsta rap or the things that we shouldn't find funny but do anyway,

at the end of the day

you can still complete

this sentence.

I love you, darling. Happy Birthday!