Between peach-laced sangrias and champagne brunch,
I've slipped in and out of a 3-night giggly state of consciousness.
Between receiving a compilation tape on 5 April 2000 and falling in love with The Orchids,
I've been sold a sleeveless copy of the vinyl, the last of its kind, I've been told.
Between generosity and discretion, there lies a thin line-
There I lost a friend, made another.
Between taupe and black
I've chosen the latter, of course.
Breaking the wave of inertia
I bought myself a new project.
With much help and pious commitment
It should all fall into place.
I feel like I'm slowly recovering the estranged pieces I'd written about,
Because I've chosen to discard the old cartons of sentimentalities.