It has been a very long time since stopping by, from ringing your doorbell unexpectedly. I can not recall the last time I lingered waiting on a porch, the anticipation of your arrival braided with the heat of the sun--anxiety and calmness enveloping me. It has been awhile since I dropped with no intentions other than to chat, to claim the fact that our days are never full, that in fact hours and minutes often beg for substance. Somewhere deep inside that substance is bare feet and sun and popsicles. And it instantly feels trite like a greeting card.
Summer is promise.
My apartment feels safe.
My gums ache and the thought of the roots of my teeth being exposed to air, and coffee, and beer makes my head ache right above my brow.