>so this morning i talked with him. on the phone. miraculous. i could hear the smile in his voice, the familiarity, the sincerity, the laughter. slightly over the monthly quota. twenty minutes? expense well worth. i miss him so much. it’s as if the mexican sunshine flowed from his words straight into my heart. throb, warmth, radiance.
dear, join me for the fireworks. stand on the roof as the breeze plays with that dark curl near your left eye. i dive into the pool; you soon follow, causing a tremendous splash that refreshes skin with sad beautiful drops. tell me what is real. i dont want anything less than what you can give.
oh yes. happy birthday, america. may true freedom ring.
cmliu 