A third floor bay window is perched above the south bank of the Rio Cuale. It is in a white plaster building with raw concrete architectural details around the doorways and arches. An intentionally dilapidated villa built in 2013 presents more Old Europe than Mexican. It shelters rooms of Art Deco lighting — sconces, pendant, gilded, and art glass. Mostly hidden by a formidable Banyan Tree that has grown around a boulder at its base and extends over the river bank. A Chacalaca makes his home in its upper branches each morning. And occasionally a young black possum with a white tail or an iguana visits below. Beyond the expanse of x white framed beveled glass panes open to let the coastal air in is a spacious green marbled shower adorned with a gold rain shower. Any person could do a full twirl with outstretched arms without hitting one wall. There is no glass; there are no doors.
~ Just L (April 2, 2020)
~ Just L (three years after, February 9, 2017)
I need to get to know that man, because right now all I see is attractive.
~ Just L (February 2, 2020)
Author’s Note: I realize there are a lot of ways to read into this. I will leave it up to your own interpretation.
Why did you give up on us?
Why did you make a point of pointing out others who had?
On you, or in general?
In good times or bad.
Why do lovers say stupid shit they don’t mean?
I fell for your philosophical line.
I’d rather you had stated your truth,
“I’m only in this for 50 nighttimes.”
Why did you give up on your dream?
The one before the two times before?
Did you want to be alone?
Then why are you knocking at my door?
~ Just L (October 31, 2019)
An unplanned adventure
Throwing caution to the wind
If only to hold her
Plane ticket to Honolulu
On a moment’s notice
He has some powerful juju
Mai Tais on the beach
Cool R&B and warm breezes
Nothing’s out of reach
~ Just L (October 18, 2019)
I can shout at your T Cells like we’re cheering on the Ducks
I’ll let you choose your ideal setting on the thermostat
Ride or die, I get down like that.
I can sit quietly with you
Or read graphic novels to pass the time
Make finger puppets on the ceiling or pantomime.
You’ll be frocked in a cold stress inducing sweat
I’ll layer in style to cover my pot belly
Both so fashionably forward no one is jelly.
I’ll chew tinfoil and drink protein shakes to match our tastes
Flush twice after going number two
Because sharing experiences are what sweethearts do.
Your bodily fluids don’t scare me
I shat my pants emceeing an event just last week
Babies and kittens are not the only origin stories for bleach.
Your new odor signature won’t bother a bit
I’ll remember when you smelled like mine
Touching you gently and kissing you open mouth anytime.
~ Just L (October 6, 2019)
What if we were meant to be forever after
In spite of the story to date
In separate bedrooms, down the street filled with laughter
Perhaps our match Doula knew us deeper
Watched you for a full year before our introduction
Knowing full well you were a keeper
What if we split too soon due to a breakdown in communication
Our egos and preconceived ideas erecting an insurmountable wall
Misreading what was between us really goin’ on
Recall my dearest love you were vetted for a year
You fit me in every way and in my family with ease
Everyone we knew found us sparkly, trustworthy and dear
Our paths crossed long before we were introduced across the bar
Given all of the R&D, no wonder we felt mutually drawn
Six weeks later I exclaimed my love under NYE stars
Never a fight or unkind word until I experienced my most abnormal
I lashed out, and was angry for something misinterpreted
And a medical emergency beyond my control
You vowed you would never leave a love in sickness
After all, the one who broke your heart did just that
Then you cut me off as you could not go the distance
I freaked the f* out as this was not how I imagined
We were, after all the love, over in an instant
One more conversation, we could have been a legend.
~Just L (re-post 3 years and 5 month after our breakup, July 10, 2019)