Recently, my son offered to share the lone paint brush we could locate in our messy kitchen/craft space. In fact, I'm pretty sure, for him, it was the more ideal option. He was not opposed to hand over hand painting. To be subsumed is closeness for him. Let's do this together, as close as humanly possible. My daughter wants to do most things separately--apart. She wants to be admired, adored from a slight distance. Both of them want to be close but the terms of measuring distance are different. One measures the distance in molecules, the other in dimensions.
I won't visit you this month. You won't call. I will raid your garden and you won't get any of the vegetables. I will make plans without telling you about them. We'll go to the store and not buy you one single thing. Whole books will be read and I will not tell you which ones. I will watch movies and not inform you. The nasturiums will ripen. Last month was different. I changed my schedule and took time off work to be with you. I dropped all kinds of plans for us to be together. You sent me messages, I received them. I picked up food that I thought you would like at the store and sent you pictures of every beautiful thing I saw. I sang with you. We watched the Great Canadian Baking Show. You chose the recipe for the garlic scape pesto and gave me instructions for making the gooseberry jam. I am in August without you. You are in July.
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