Has there been any updates of safe return?
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SEPTEMBER 2016
On a flight to Houston Labor Day weekend, lady in front of me is talking about a flight she had recently that had her cross paths with another woman that she had a restraining order against. They were seated almost next to each other, she's saying so it made for an awkward experience.
My girl dropped me off at the airport with our son. She was gonna circle back around, use that airport return lane to pick up her Mom. Her mom is taking my place at the end of our summer vacation. We rented an Air BnB and were planning on going to a wedding, hit up Legoland. Me and my girl were planning on reconnecting more on the way. 2016 has been rough so far. She lost her dad at the beginning of the year, and it sent us into a tailspin that we just barely pulled out of. We are far from perfect but we love each other and she is my partner through much.
I am going down to Chocolate Bayou to try and find my best friend who's gone missing. He wondered off four days ago into the swamp with his dog and only the dog came back. He had no shoes, no shirt, no wallet. He is everything to me. He is my other half.
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Here is a dream that I had weeks ago. You were in it, and it seemed like part of you was present so in the chance that you were there -- I wanted to let you know that I was there too. We are walking, you and I. Hands together on these streets that move up and down in the center. Not drastically so, more like they raise a bit and then fall.
The concrete is cracked because it’s gone on for so many years. You comment on that — the age, the history, the way the concrete is mashed up like it was hastily mixed together. Large river stones reveal themselves, veins of white, speckled bodies stare back at us like children from behind a dress.
My son and I are going to Mars is the promise, to crest the earth together, hands held.
I spent a lot of time going to airports as a child. My father decided to not make the last leg of our immigration to Texas. He hated the U.S.A.
I remember him trying to make a go of it, of trying to assimilate but then him quietly telling us over and over that, if anyone asked of us anything,
‘They were to kiss your black ass.’
Much of my life is centered around the goal of entering space with Redd.
When I run, I imagine I’m an astronaut training.
When I’m tired, I tell myself it will take great strength to make the journey.
I want stamina. I don’t want to appear to be scared.
But I know I will be.
I will cry deep tears. My chest will shake because I’ll have imagined the moment so many times,
Redd will be grown, more beautiful.
