in the shapes of planes that come skidding to the ground, all smoke and fire, scorching the side of the highway, with all passengers walking away alive, and no one on the ground even scratched.
and so this morning, even as i know i'm going to be late for work and those cursed heat bugs are buzzing on the trees and signalling yet another boiling day in the smog, i'm gonna say a small prayer of thanks to whatever god or force or stroke of chance that lets things not turn out as bad as they might.
tonight to jane siberry at hugh's room, last night out late at the 3-day novel launch. met up with barbara, and then also a whole lot more of claire's friends - tom, iman, people i fear know of me only because of what's been said. but connected more with peter, who i like more and more every day. on the day he came in for his intern interview, he wore a tie, and glasses i haven't seen since. he sat on our low couch, knees to his chest, and was a little awkward. i remember being unsure of him, both paul and i slightly wary, but willing to be convinced. funny how quickly our first impressions can be discounted if we're open to it.
anyhow, the long and short of it is that i've become quickly very fond of peter, and protective. which is funny, cause i don't usually have a way of talking to the gay boys... maybe i'm learning.
3 comments:
Come on now, don't get soft on me. On the day they were "spared," a whole host of people were blown up all over the world. Only time for a miracle in Canada? Is this your national reward for staying out of the fray? ;)
nope. i don't believe in cosmic reward systems. or god for that matter. but bein' thankful that more people didn't die in some freak airplane accident doesn't diminish the deaths of others who did but shouldn't have. imho.
How come I never believe IMHO? Whenever people put that I assume they REALLY mean "fuck off" but don't want others to know. ;)
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