Who ever said anything about love?—ha!
About FALLING, yes, but not LOVE—I am in no place to make claim to that overreach of a word—that mirage, that Trojan horse, remember?
I LIKE YOU ALOT. I see how easily we slip into the seductive ways of language and often lose sight that we are writing in indelible ink. we do mark each other so… And while this is in No way a retraction, when I said, out of a frustrated and exhausted place in myself, that “I have fallen for you,” I meant I have fallen, quite literally you could think of it, off a chair pulled out from under me, off the tenuous beam at the pier, off the not-made-for-scaling walls of the school building, off the rickety ladder in my studio, off the neighbor’s fence outside… I have fallen in that OH FUCK kind of way, for(?) you, or is INTO you a better choice of preposition? What I was saying, last night, was “OH FUCK!” —oh fuck because what or where I am falling is shrouded in darkness. Oh fuck because who and what you/we are is too far away to see, and yet there’s no clue as to when we might get a better line of sight. OH FUCK, is all. I’ve fallen, is all. It’s so dark in here, is all. What’s new?
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