the way i romanticize my life makes me sound like a hipster.

fifteen things i miss about before:

1. dinner parties that revolve into dance parties that end on the kitchen floor, hysterically.
2. having a spot, and a sandwich, and recognizing everyone who comes into Espresso.
3. talking to eclectic strangers about Ganesha. and smoky quartz. and listening to Allen Ginsberg recordings at work. sitting on counter tops and watching the world come in and out.
4. sleeping on your couch. walking home in the cold.
5. the light in the kitchen during summer rainstorms, whilst learning how to fry tofu in tamari.
6. workshops.
7. riding my bike in a city with a scarf on.
8. tension over banana waffles, served with a smart mouth and a side of anarchy.
9. staying up 'til it gets light with the whole sick crew.
10. jambo with etri. math in the nighttime with wotje. jolok-ing iien with belisa & wilpina & batrick. watching baulina & limama & lowa walk around on their hands for half an hour. making angel food cake with sera. biking to the airport, coconut potholes, oogling lakatus, rabid canines and all. birthday parties at adma's.
11. drinking tea on the steps while bigote makes breakfast.
12. bird observing on the river bank.
13. riding around in boats (anywhere).
14. taking the horses out after the lessons are done. talking to Ben, humoring Willa, and watching Sox try to flirt with all the girls. Wren & Dover. Agatha. eating ramen in the clubhouse, covered in mud and half-numb. Dom, always.
15. singing in the nighttime. and then eating crab and roasted coconut. and then walking home in the dark, covered in marshallese love.

{well, this time tomorrow |where will we be?
in a space ship somewhere, sailing across an empty sea?
this time tomorrow | what will we be?}