Who are you talking to?

 Who are you? 

Who am I? 


Do you know that I live above my means. For many reasons and it got me thinking, what’s my means? What do I mean? 

I have an affinity for brunch…every weekend. In fact, as far back as I can remember I have regularly eaten out on saturdays and if not, then definitely sundays. Till my pocket and stomach hurt in unison I have brunched. 


When I think about it…while brunching is now part of *my* routine. It’s one I picked up in the company of men I once adored. 



From one man, I learned I deserved to eat. He helped me check off so many places in the city of Milwaukee and what ones we didn’t get to I eventually sat in with a new lover. Who followed in his footsteps. This new lover added a perspective of going and watching soccer simultaneously. 



Now if any lover were to ask me to go to brunch: well they should know they don’t even have to ask. 


Next time you drive down a street count how many cars have pushed their side window in. When you drive down my street and by my car, count on me having mine pushed in. 


Ironically, it wasn’t my dad, uncle, or brother who taught me to do this but actually a lover. If your car is old and not starting, attempt putting in in neutral first. Another lover taught me this. 

Am I nothing more than an adaptation of then men I’ve loved and who have sworn to love me. 


Do they mirror me and my time in their lives? 


I admire anime watchers because I once dated one. 



If we’ve gone on a date and I got nervous and subsequently socially awkward then maybe I’ve mentioned this too. 


I associate juggling with J. 

I associate unconventional methods of tying your suit tie with a later J. 


I associate being a man’s ‘muse’ with ‘M’ (so don’t call me that unless you wanna be ‘D’) 


I associate the promise of giving me the world with ‘Y’ 


But…who am I? 


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