The Internet & All That Jazz
😦 i’m sorry i can’t be here so much right now. my broken arm is really upsetting so many levels of our life. over supper and champagne, we recall the importance of the letter ‘I’ in our lives. Our faces ache from smiling.
My arm doesn’t hurt. I’ve come to record this…
We’ve been married 15 years now. You 10 years after a 17 yr marriage and me a few years after a 25-year marriage …others we’d met and dated since we were ‘suddenly single’, but… what drew us to each other was our refusal to give up on love.
i was almost 50. i was living in the new orleans french quarter. louisiana. i’d lived there, or near there since the day i was born. you were 60. you lived in palo alto, ca, and grew up in los angeles, ca.
sometimes, the world is so much smaller than one could ever imagine. sometimes the heart’s hopeful whisper aches for attention.
our introductory internet text conversation:
me: (after discovering what was proper to ask) so what do you do?
you: i’m a nuclear physicist.
me: (oh brother, yeah…right) you don’t have to be a rocket scientist to have a conversation with me.
you: (just as though you hadn’t noticed my slight) what do you do?
me: (this probably won’t go over so well but here goes) i’m a poet and a secretary.
and here we are…15 years later. married. who we said we were…seeking the softer ground of acceptance – just like any other married couple…i think, anywayz.