while exiting your front door and noodle supper

just finished watching the replay of barcelona's match against leverkusen with our farm manager, Fermin; and while he'll never read these words, nor i muster up enough tango in my tongue to speak them audibly ...... that didn't make the third goal of the match from Messi's left foot in the 86th minute any less magical.

so on a goodnight,

i'll catch you on the flip side,

on the the thumb-n-ring finger side of my peace sign,

on the other side of my computer screen,

on the morning side of the tin-can-candle holders we constructed after noodle supper,

on the sandaled side of my ritual walk to the shower,

on the good side,

on the lovely side,

on the side of today's repentance,

on the side where we have barriers marked only by the fringes of our souls,

and even then i won't make out the boundaries,

but will

understand every word coming out of your mouth.