eventide’s absolution
You make an awake choice to seek tenderness; it’s different from the sleeping settlement you enter where distance is acceptable. (not telling is ok.) Instead of hiding hindrances and habits, you open every window on the veranda, listen to the thick spring wind rattle rusty hinges, make yourself an espresso martini, and light another cigarette. You prop yourself against the raspberry velvet cushion that you bought from St Vinnies last week,...