Drinking: in a minute
I’ve been keeping a little cinépoem in my pocket. Because sometimes life intervenes and ties our schedule in knots — it’s a volunteer operation, after all. So in this interim while my partner-in-video has been buried with 1,000 other pressing duties, I’ve been keeping cinépoem #11 on hold so I’d have something to drop into the void just when you started thinking it’s been awhile between new shows.
And it’s been awhile.
She’s a special story written back in the last decade before Boy, before California, before all of this. But back then there was a special someone. And this poem is dedicated to that person. (You know who you are.)
And to that person, I say this…
I don’t have enough fingers to count the number of times you have saved my life. You have been there in the thick and the thin. You’ve seen the storms and the light. You’ve heard the good and the ugly. And you’re still here.
It goes beyond blood, this bond we have. It goes beyond sisterhood and salvation. You are a part of me, and I’m a part of you, and honestly I would have it no other way. Whatever may come our way, whatever trials and triumphs, I will be here. For you. We may not always see the world in the same way, through the same lens, with the same intensity, but what matters most is not our sameness but our togetherness.
I am on your side. Nobody’s ever going to change that. This might be the sappiest thing I’ve ever written on this site, but I want the world to know that I love you. That I’m proud of you. In awe of you, actually. And that you’ll always be my beanhead.
-Lo, who can’t even remember how that nickname came to be.