Mumbler

the only trick i’ve found is to zoom out as little as possible. to concentrate on the deliciousness of lamp light flirting with the colors in the room bold enough to declare themselves while the others stand back, little laughs behind fingers. to revel in the tiny spot on the face of your friend as his cheek pulls his lip tight to itself in a moment of unguarded intimacy. etc. don’t leave the room, not for a second, because you know you’ll never come back. certainly not the same and certainly not able to enjoy intimations of love through paying attention. okay so maybe you can leave for a second, but only if leaving helps you see everything better and with even deeper love. like, oh yes I am a child of God. that’s helpful. but anything else, and the day’s doomed.