Sunday April 17, 2016
From a text
You are onstage and you are beaming and you are beautiful and you are gold. I am in the audience and I am watching and I am all heartbeat and dry mouth. You catch my eye and I am breathless, winded like I’ve been punched right in the belly.
I come out of the bathroom, rubbing my wet hands on the legs of my jeans. You’re there. You look at me, like we’ve met, like you know me. “Hi,” I say, but it’s too small a word for such a big moment.