May 10th, 2010.

(With Madame M. on a somber, flat gray-skied afternoon.)

We sit in solitude.
Words are minimal, furniture bodies are sparse.
Reminiscing and talking to ourselves through the company of one another:

"...I basically grew up with a fear of Penis and a fear of Marxism."
"Me too...yep."

Catholic Alberta will do that to you.

We meander and chat of penis encounters. All kinds.
Remembering white walls with dark wooden accents, 70's throws and great sex.

"The tassels were the only thing that I remembered accurately.
Everything else was smaller and much more normal, then again I was sloshed, drinking El Jimador straight all day."

"We all glorify each other's bedrooms."