Release

 I really am gonna try to go off, because I want to see if I can catch as much air
as this fantastic skiier I know who is such a good actor and can fly anywhere,
probably. I've only known him for a couple hours and for a couple hours before that,
and then his poems, and his friendships that are my friendships too but from another angle. 
What a world where we know each other so intimately before looking 
each other in the eye. I know it's contra versh but I don't mind it, if it's good.
I love that I get to see some of your stuff before I see your eyes. I guess.
Love might be too strong a word for some or for most. Love love love though.
I'm angry at the fear of it, which is the fear of it, of course. I breathe through 
the impatience on the white dove of my breath that sails back down to land,
after my anger makes me Icarus, or almost. I've been Icarus. The sun
was embodying the change of another. That'll burn your wings, baby!
Anyway. I had a beautiful evening and I loved the way J felt, deeply present.
And I was there too, or struggling to be. It's so amazing how far away I go 
because to be close to it
is to lose it constantly.