I've been somewhat adrift the past couple of weeks.
Jonathan and myself have been exploring northeast ohio and laying listlessly
around my apartment.
He's found this spot just below my collarbone that he has become enamored with,
and nearly every morning when I wake I find his inestimable little head there, sleeping,
his champagne hair all tousled and wild, like peter pan.
sometimes I look at him and I think,
what is this unearthly thing that I have fallen in love with?
he must be from some other time or place,
we both must be,
for it doesn't seem we belong in this one.