pop girl summer is over

seasons change

Christian and Lauren came over for dinner Wednesday night and, in the kitchen, Lauren declared that her pop girl summer was over. Me too, I said, and it was true. The unending appetite for the girls that I had all summer has waned in the past few weeks. Like the changing of the light. So subtle a shift in desire that I didn’t notice until it had totally gone.

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Christian and Lauren came over because we have all these belongings that need to be exchanged: a piece of weird art Marshall and I bought in New Orleans, a couple of prints, some books, et cetera. The sort of things that get mixed up in a close friendship.

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It was a major summer. I finished my MFA, we got married, we went on the best honeymoon anyone’s ever had. We went to France and to one night in Italy and I laughed so hard my stomach ached and drank so much wine it should’ve killed me. We keep drinking rosé like it’s water!, Marshall said to a man selling wine at a market in Paris one morning, and he just shook his head disapprovingly and said, Non. He was right. No. We shouldn’t have been doing that! But we did, and it was all so beautiful. Beautiful beautiful beautiful, the only way I can idiotically summarize the major summer we’ve had.