I’m laying on the couch with you, my head on the pillow you say you’re using to cover your belly. Earlier in the night, I was on my knees kissing that soft belly.
I haven’t seen you in two years. We’re sitting across the table from each other, sharing sushi. You lean in and say to me, “Sometimes I want to jump off of a cliff. Just to see what happens.” My eyes get wide. I grin at you and say, “Sometimes when I’m in a crowd of hushed people, I want to scream. Just to see what happens.” Your eyes get wide. We fall into loud laughter.
We’re in front of the feminist bookstore. I parked my car next to the ramp so that my friend who is in a wheelchair doesn’t have to roll far and my other friend who walks with braces doesn’t have to walk far. He gets in the front seat. I close the door and put his wheelchair into my trunk, my joints popping angrily at me as I do. I look at my other friend and his braces. ”You should name them,” I say as if it’s a fun joke. ”Do you name your arms?” he asks me.
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you are my first comment! you popped my comment cherry!
I have a good friend who is uses a wheel chair. One day I asked him if I could sit in it…take it out for a spin, if you will. He said, “I don’t ask you to try on your pants, do I? Same thing.” After that. I was like, “Hmm. I get it now.”