I'm sitting on the couch and they are at the table eating a quesadilla and we aren't talking and at first I felt lonely but now I'm just breathing in this crispy spicy cheesy smell; I can smell the butter still hot in the cast iron pan, and the tortilla, I can even tell which spice is in it, I can't remember the name but I can picture the bottle, morita something, smoky and complex and rich and deep red with an edge of heat, and I'm listening to their small human sounds, and I'm remembering that connection is a practice, and it's also just a fact, as gorgeous and life-giving and heartless as a river.
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June 2019
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