I Think Love is Something That Happens to Other People
like winning the lottery/ or finding God in your sock drawer. I think love is something that happens to other people nebulous, distant, an invention of the movies; I think love is like death/as in, it happens to everyone/ to you, until it happens/ to you, and then where else could you be but in love? Where else could you be but in the belly of the beast, ? that oozing cavern where people go in fairy tales? I think love is a creation. I think maybe you shape it with your hands, I think maybe you find it stuck in your molars, I think maybe it comes to you when you're in the shower, your face tilted towards the water while your mind melts somewhere else, I think maybe we've all been naming it wrong. You know that love? That falling-to your-knees love? That where'd - the water-go love? That hold-me-close-I'll-never-leave-I-know-your-favorite- coffee-creamer love? Tha...