AwJesus  he puts his hand over his eyesfingers to his temples like synchedelectrodes

                                                                                            Time Whatime is it

It’s not late.  she was taking loaves of banana bread out of the oven

Feels a little late in my head

sympathetically What do you mean babe? she came over to him sitting at the kitchen table from behind rubbed his shoulders

A Freudian slip

                   Crossing it out is gonna look bad who Freudian slips while writing  Is tha even a thing  Shell still be able to read wha I wrote

What did you write?

Here   Look

             he leaned backshe leaned over his shoulder There jabbed it with his finger

Hmm.

Yah

     Think Ill rewrite the page  Between you and me

You say that, then you confess.

Confessions good for the soul baby even if you havent one

You have a soul.

Your soul  Youre generous sharin with me its whisper summer sun  warming me  bathing me

                                                                                                     Take it away I wont

I wont take it away.

Aw babe  he sighed deeply

                              One way or another

We’re not thinking about that.

   No

       Not when given why Im writing   Ill rewrite it

If I were her . . . I would like to see what you thought how you were feeling deep inside.  Your writing is always so spontaneous . . electric.

                          Read the paragraph look at the way you've written it . . your hand revealing your emotions.

I'm afraid if you rewrite it it will look scripted, won't synch with the other page.  Yaknow love, know what I mean?

   Youre right

                   Yaever get tired of being right

he took her hand from his shoulderkissed her wrist  felt her heart beat against his lips

Sounds like you were closing.

I was

You recall what you were going to write?

I do

Strike it. Close.

I was going to start a hot bath. Care to join me?

I would please

                 Right there

she kissed the top of his head

he struck it

              meant to write New Years not New Tears 

Fuck Freud

1612,  Sunday,  7  1. 24

2024,  Sunday

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