Writing freehand about dealing with palpitations I got today, an old friend and love moving on, a good friend who stuck around despite myself and helped me see myself through.

What I see and feel when I read the poem 'The Strange Thing About Love' by Arundhathi Subramaniam and why this this poem so special.

About the time I accidentally almost interupped butterflies mating. Rendezvous with a possibly blind, hypnotized or drunken pigeon and memory of an old squirrel and school friend.