The Hollow Center Of My Torso Calls Me In From The Dark

Dear K,

Spring is coming soon, I can feel it unfolding, right there in the hollow behind my navel where everything is felt before it happens. I feel it.

I know that we're going to see each other soon. I can feel that too, in the empty space in the middle of my torso. I cleaned my apartment tonight, and I thought about whether I was going to let you have the bed while I sleep on the air mattress. I haven't decided yet, because my bed is really comfortable, and it is actually the main reason I'm not homeless and on a never ending bicycle trip around the country.

I feel like such a fool to fall prey to the seasons like I do. I'm starting to fill up with hope, and that's a foolish thing to do. Every spring so far in my life has been filled with failures of every sort. I feel like the Cubs at spring training, maybe this is my year, and we won't know until October that I've wasted another precious season.


I hope flowers grow around you soon. And I hope that the birds come back to sing through the gentle quiet rains. In the end I hope you run in the sunshine and forget all that trouble snow.

As for me,
We'll see how everything shakes out in October,

-K