outside our window the nighttime streets teem with people, energy, hugs from strangers, grace.

as he's speaking tonight, i'm thinking, he's perfect. and i don't mean my man crush for him is like the one i have/had for bird, or jordan, or salinger or bellow. i mean that it's all of those yet more; his presence, eloquence has struck and stuck to the elated me tonight with the feline grace of jordan; the sense of salinger, the layer-caked perspective of bellow. -m.