Ember
it was a while ago when i met ember– i believe it was a rain-filled portland night in september. she was doe-eyed; she was genuine and newly independent; she’d driven miles in her little truck as a means to reinvent. next time i saw her was at that beach with a tri-colored name, and she was curl’d up by the fire, watchin’ me & dragi play the “i-am-so-high” game. it wasn’t long before we’d hang & talk from noon to noon, and we’d eat pizza, drink some beers, and play the occasional break-beat tune. she even allows me to hide away from the world in my home, and she still leaves sweet messages over the phone, saying: i know right now is sam-time, cause that’s what you do, but i just wanted to remind you that i love you. she’s amazing and silly and has a heart of gold [even though i'm always worried she might catch a cold!]; i love her dearly, can anyone blame me? even though her *real* name is actually Amy.
