Simon: What is this place?
Ethan: it’s the mountains, I kind of grew up here.
Simon: there’s so many smells!
Ethan: yeah, and hawks,
Simon: Shhh I’m listening for the train…
Ethan: there’s no train…
Simon: shhhh I’m listening…
Simon: Dad! Why are you not kerosened !! It’s a FANDEMIK
Ethan: I work grocery, I’ve been working all day and most nights. Let’s take you guys outside and walk.
Jazz: Hey friend! I
Ethan: Hey Cheese.
Jazz: I love cheese! Where is the cheese? Do we have cheese?
Simon: The kerosene Jazz! There’s no cheeses left.
Ethan: First off, it’s quarantine. Second, we have to go walk.
Jazz: So, why are you called dad? And how come I don’t know you?
Ethan: because we are best friends and I’m your dog sitter. I also brought you cheese.
Ethan: Hey France! How was your day?
Francis: I took a nap, and ate breakfast, and then another nap…
Ethan: I slept in, and then you woke me up, to make sure I was going to work today…but it was my off day…
Francis: snacks dad. I have to have snacks.
Ethan: anyway, so I finished writing that story…
Francis: Oh my gosh, is there tacos at the end of this story? If not I’m going to have to …Oh man…look at the time…
I unsubscribed from the news
The internet
The perfect
places
—–
I was strutting around
Like I owned the town
When I think back on it …
Now I feel this winter in my chest
I’m humbled to know so many people that love me
I know now
You can win and you can lose
And you can do both gracefully
—-
It feels like this weight
Pushing down on me
I’m running
And I can’t stop
And there’s a ledge
I know it’s there
But I can’t stop
—–
I know you can love
I’ve seen you do it
You just choose to love me poorly….
Maybe I choose too
—
I hear myself say, this is who I am…I’m good at loving people
I’m good at being here with you …
But then I hear you say
This is just who you are…
And I wonder
How we have the same defense
And
How we
Left the bedroom
Look at our weapons
Hidden away
Throughout this home
This is a battlefield
—-
I used to strut around like I knew something
Now I’m humbled
I’m not sure what I know
Even about myself
I reserve the right to write what I want
I’m coming home to myself
The trees are still asleep in the morning
Your skin is soft against mine
Your eyes say good morning
Long before your lips
Two souls
Anchored together
Like ships in the water
The moon is down
I feel your light
And you are beautiful
Beautiful
I used to know
What did I know
Now
I’m just thankful
To share this space with you
I can still taste your lips
Francis: I thought you were faking, or it was more of a suggestion… like when you read the warning label on blow dryers…
Ethan: when I say I can’t eat dairy, it means don’t order EXTRA cheese on a cheese pizza…
Francis: ok so I’ll make it up to you with some ice cream…double chocolates…
Ethan: (sighs) just make it death by chocolate…
Francis: Oh look…they have that too. I’ll call it in…
Francis: So, how’s the Gym?
Ethan: It’s good. You know, it’s another weight to carry. (Laughs) I crack myself up.
Francis: Yeah, yeah, What’s for suppers?
Ethan: I was thinking we could try this steamed salad…and wait for the kicker, pomegranate juice…
Francis: Mmm Well that sounds healthy and nutritiously delicious.
Ethan: Francis! Put that down!
Francis: What? Do we not eat desserts first?
The cow lazily grazed through the grass…waiting to roll in the…
Ethan: Hey! Don’t roll in that! Do you want another bath? What is that anyway? Ugh…gross…
Simon: Dad, I’m not Simon, I’m a cow.
Ethan: What?
Simon: Mooo
