Here à Paris, the other night, I decided I'd write down an alphabet. For every letter, T and I had to find the name of a lover we'd had in common. Know what? We're only missing GHILNQUXZ. And some letters are doubled up. I got this idea thinking it could be a writing constraint. Like, I can start really writing once I get all the letters attached to a name. Or, I could start writing with only the letters for which I have a name. But it's also a nice memory game. Like tonight over dinner, T said, "of course, we're forgetting Matt." Who was the sweetest skinhead ever that we took home one night ages ago in 2000 in London. *Sigh*
All this as a way of saying, we're not ovulating, but we're cooking something up.
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