Just Before Bed

It's the smell of the Rastafarian hand lotion purchased from the Tuesday farmer's market, and the mantra 'people that brush together, stay together.' Teeth, that is. It's asking someone if they meant to post a letter, and knowing both of you are stretching to connect, with yourselves. It's text messages, and craawling into bed early. It's the scenic route and the giggle in my belly. It's adding dill to my potatoes and thinking of you.