I got an apology that I never expected to recieve today, for something that happened about five or six years ago now.

It's neat, but at the same time it feels very odd...bits of my past are coming back to me, good old reliable boomerangs.

But, if I may make a request to whoever is sending these bits of my past back to me: can you send some of the women in my past back to me? The men are fine, but...I miss the women more.

It's night, and there's a black cat staring at me.

I was at a private reception celebrating the alliance of Company X with a Big Nationwide Electronics Store. Leaving the store, $20 poorer and with a set of headphones in my posession, I happened upon a couple of people in BNES uniforms...making out. A *lot*. They looked to be all of eighteen and they didn't *care* who saw them. It was almost obscene, and I swallowed a smile as I walked past them.

I remember being nineteen. I tried not to stare, and I let them be.

novena for two voices

counting the nights we live
and breathe between us
skin to skin
something sacred came this way
and left again, breath
in time, like a universe
approaching

nine nights we spent
stared at the stars
                                        The prayer departs.
one night for love
and life set in motion
                                        The prayer rises.
one night for dreams
and I craving devotion
                                        The prayer sings.
one night for sorrow
for grief and for loss
                                        The prayer beseeches.
one night for hope
for the going-across
                                        The prayer admits failure.
one night for growing up
and the loss of illusion
                                        The prayer begins again.
one night for fire
and furthered delusions
                                        The prayer tries harder.
one night for anger
howled across skies
                                        The prayer shivers.
one night for forgiveness
and the grace it provides
                                        The prayer departs.
one night for worlds
lost, gained, and reborn
between us, skin to skin
                                        The prayer rises.

          The prayer rises.

counting the nights we've lived
                                        a single breath between us
the universe approaching
                                        skin to skin
the prayer takes us
                                        the song sings us
skin to skin
                                        voice to voice
skin to voice to thought to breath
                                        to ears to mind to wings to tongue to song
          to tongue to song
          forever.
          amen.

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