My body knows before I do. It gives itself away in unexpected moments: it’s in the nervous laugh that escapes when I talk to the beautiful bookstore owner who sets aside new titles she thinks I’ll like and waves at me each time we pass each other running down 18th Street. It’s in the idea that won’t go away as I splay across some rocks by the lake with a woman who turns my cheeks crimson.
Love this.
This is great.