Since my crappy marriage book is coming out in three weeks and it’s about marriage, I’m going to share some of the prenuptial story. ———————– It is a hot and humid, mid-summer afternoon. After going back and forth about “trying the distance thing” we both admitted defeat. I’m ready to be alone and focus on myself for a change.
These stories comprised an entire chapter in the book that was cut out… My boyfriend just moved away to California for law school. I find it wrapped inside a smelly wet towel buried in the laundry pile.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death.
Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy.
Urge and urge and urge, Always the procreant urge of the world.