when
sarah and i first met, she was painting 6-panel
motion studies
based on instruction manuals. before we
started dating, she came over
to my upper east side apartment and we
huddled intimately in the glow
of my boxy CRT monitor, computer tower
kicking heat on a hot NYC
summer night. inflamed by digital passion, we
scanned, animated, and
posted her swimmer series at
a time when personal webpages were still
an exotic novelty, and, as it turned
out, a powerful aphrodisiac, for we
then went for a walk along the east river up
to the
mayor's mansion
where we took turns peeing in the bushes and
shared our first kiss.
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