Feeling so much better

It takes my Sarah to put me back in the right spot. She is my oldest friend. we grew each other. we breathe and talk in the same. we define the world we talk around things,,,,almost from the same carriage is how we take in and process and find meaning and beauty.

so we kicked it in town, i had a feeling we'd see the Cliff at the taco place. "tap, tap, tap" on my car window was Mr. Cliff in his overalls and with paint splatterred all over his face. having stacked tacos at the hole in the wall. Then sarah and I at the smokey bar with the with the slot machines and the random people. then to the red room and somehow a terrific night spilling, sitting in the back, then putting songs on the juke box. Psycho Killer, then like a Prayer. we were dancing in the back absorbed in our thing, taking over our little corner. a gay boy coming and dancing with us "like a prayer" eternally eventful our hands up and spinning and hugging this guy and all of us feeling sent and "Woooh!" and singing at the top of our voices and holding invisible mics for each other and waving our hands. and being there plain, even though i did have sarah's sparkly shirt on. that's how we roll, plain and immersed and people coming up to us. Us feelin it and needing little.