Friend

A brief, wistful note to someone I don’t see enough.

I miss my friend.

A brief thought about someone I miss.

Some friends and I have dinner, and objectify the waitress. In a way I’m embarrassed to say I’ve done forever. I see just a little Harvey Weinstein in myself.

I spent much of my twenties in bars. I never had a drinking problem, but I spent many late nights drinking, mostly with the same crew.

My superpowers include orgasmic control, cunnilingus, and doing anything other than what I probably should be doing.

I don’t ask for much. But I’m asking for this.

She knows who she is, and now, so do you.

Kipling’s “If—” — a poem I needed to be reminded of just now.

I cried this morning, for only the third, fourth, and fifth times in my adult life, for a friend I’ve never met who is heading back to be killed.