She’s my favorite devil. Look at her dancing like she was born in motion. Floating and undulating right from the warm womb. As if sitting still were contrary her very nature. I wondered why she never watch tv.

And when I place the tightly rolled cigarette to my lips, I…share with people. In conversation, in action, in energy, in symbol. If I want connection, I will stop at nothing to have it. I will not live a half-assed life.

Tastes like smoke has a memory, comes in my body through my lungs and leaves to tell the story. Ahhhhh…. breathing other peoples’ stories.

The man drinking alcohol feels invasive dull dangerous when I’m sober. We all hyper-sober floating and undulating right from the womb. The club in Delaware so round and supportive suddenly. This all in drifting thought. Gone as soon as it comes. In fact, there is no Delaware.

Seems she’s VIP again and doesn’t even know it. Everybody sweating and smiling. She really gets me into trouble, making me think the entire world exists like this. Why wouldn’t it? Why doesn’t it? All that matters is she does.

She taught me the difference between commitment and devotion. We don’t talk about her train out of town. But she reads my mind and pulls an extra hour from her back pocket - spring ahead, fall back - says its for wasting whenever I need. Tonite Autumn leaves with me.

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