to be honest, if gluttony is truly a sin, allow me this sin again and again.
this excess of eating my mother’s home-cooked noodle soup, this excess of chili in my mouth, this excess of leaving and coming back, and coming. this excess of mischievous stealing of bites of chocolate, this excess of music, this excess of laziness on dreary days, this excess of patience and impatience as only Geminis could know. this excess of eggs and salsa verde, this excess of conversation, this excess of exceedingly intelligent vocabulary. this excess of listening to the same damn song every single day, multiple times. this excess of bluegrass and lemongrass. this excess of time with you, when with you time doesn’t seem to exist. this excess of running fingers through hair, this excess of mouths tasting like cinnamon. this excess of meat, prepared in so many ways. this excess of pilgrimages for causes only i deem holy, this excess of dream-states that become real, and reality that seems only possible in dreams.
amen.