This is the way

prob lobes

no, but i'm looking it up now!

somewhere Graebs is making you a PowerPoint on the topic
cc @jbgraeber.bsky.social

yes, i def appreciate that (and you)

bold

(also what's for dinner?)

i'm sorry, friend. for real for real.

that man 🚬🙏

but it’s in the ordinary hours, the midpoint of this sacred ritual we call daily living, that i’m reminded you and i are in this together: in the smallest movements, the slightest bends of light, the minor units of measurement that send and seal the day and its purposes.

you wink and i laugh and the vibrations between us always carry through the store, keep even strangers feeling like they’ve walked onto a movie set or a playground or into some simple, spirit-filled forest clearing.

i will wake up near you tomorrow, and tonight i’ll lay you down like a lover.

you are a different image from each angle; sometimes you even resemble what the light would create had it paintbrushes and oils to use.

the door opens; some small bell chimes. you turn to greet a customer, warming your stage voice and, in the turning, we lock eyes for just a moment.

“you have to catch the light when it’s just right,” you’re always telling me as you compose a photograph; and now i understand, as the light composes you, draws out features i cannot see at 8 a.m. or 7 p.m.

it’s the office of our tree farm or the sales floor of our antique shop or the travel section of our tiny bookstore (it doesn’t matter to me, not really). and i see the way these 2:30 p.m. beams recast your face.

(for the record, I’m a 9 and 5’6”)

we may or may not (but def do) refer to that as "racing the gummy" in my partnership

years ago, my son once asked my ex "how do i become friends with a bird?" and it's just the purest, best question

pls do; you know i'd read the hell out of it

dreamgirl shit, pt. 289