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The Bricklayer returned from his home east in Kingston, where he married an administrator. We met for drinks and along the way he said I missed you. I told him Don’t you regret that I married David? And he laughed with that little tic of his, you could see something else, something sweet coming out of the soft rough whatever, his face hid a smile that came out of something, not his laugh. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me in, said Don’t you know that’s how it is? And I said Yes and he let me go and later that night, in David’s home and on the way there, I cried but he didn’t know, but that was all.
i think of the man and how he is strong and i think of the power of love and i think of how it is all skewed and my life is skewered up into different men and i think of the power of love and lust and how my life changes and when i hold out my hand i can feel rain and i think of the power of love and i’m wet and outside and thinking of the men that i was, that i had. i think of the way it’s all so serious and inside i am alive, i am dead, inside my head races and the traffic comes up and i want to run in, i see the building up ahead, our lone piano tower, and i want to run up with with the Pianoman and his soft fingers, and make love, and i think of how nothing’s as good as in commercials and i cry at night when David doesn’t hear and i think of the way i gave up what i had and want to connect with one man, every day, every week different, i want to meet and love one new man, every week.

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