my muse blocked me on Twitter

my muse blocked me
on Twitter.

Just as well ...

it was
right before I fully fell
in lust
and lurve with my muse.

it was right before
my assignment
to tell the story
of my first love, 

James.

love at first sight,
all the girls wanted him,
but he only had eyes for me.

we became inseparable,
learned everything about
each other 

he wrote me poems, 
where love
rhymed with dove,

small with all,

hand with sand,

he once hit himself at a bbq
with a hammer, to try & stop
my mother and I from fighting.

We did 
stop fighting to see
Why he was so crazy
And to check if he had
Broken
Anything

when months later, he was forced
to return to
Santa Cruz ... (our families were tearing us apart,) 
he wrote daily

And when he decided to come
Get me 
on my Sweet 16,
He stole a red hot Mustang
to get here.
It was his 19th b-day.

We took it for a joy ride in the 
desert, we watched the stars light up,
wave to insignificant us,

I did not go with him
because I had started
a new romance
with a guy who was an exact lookalike
to that guy who allegedly killed
four young people recently.

Just now, I watched a video of 
James 60th birthday party.
His third wife threw it and they
played Irish music and danced,
Uncle John is still alive!

The wife bought James 
a new blue suit
For his son's wedding.
James has a huge office in Loma Linda and they write books
Together. 

They are Authors.

Among so many other things.
Licenses all over the place.

She has an accent I cannot place.
He is still the boy who will hit
himself to distract two people 
he loves, if they are fighting.

The video, in the two story home,
With the beautiful descending
Stairway.

It was kind of sickening.

But, I am just jealous.


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