Last night, I caught the 6 bus to Comm Ave. He met me at the stop; it was much warmer than I expected, but still cold enough to wear a jacket. We walked past the brick buildings. We ate cookies. On our way out, I almost forgot my purse on his couch, then we hopped on the T. It felt like no one had ever existed till now, and every person on the planet stood by us, holding onto railings so they wouldn't fall. We got lost; I laughed hard at him, he stopped my laugh with a kiss. We entered the museum, hand in hand. Barely containing myself, I pulled him to Karsh's photo exhibit. Faces, faces, faces, and their expressions. Gazing so deeply into their eyes, windows to the soul; their frowns, and wrinkles. Einstein is a genius, Karsh is an artist. And me, I am a fool. (Then the rest was something I wish I could forget.)
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