Neil Tambe

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I'm a Detroiter who happens to enjoy writing, national parks, orange juice, the performing arts, and fanciful socks. More than anything though, I aspire to be a good husband, father, and citizen.

Draft #1

A return to spoken word (at least a legitimate attempt, finally. This is a draft of course...I just won't be able to read my notebook handwriting if I don't strike now!)

The Ways I Wait - Draft #1

I think I'll know you in a flurry.

In a sunlight-broaching-past-you-standing-in-the-doorway-of-a-hardwood-floored-urban-apartment sort of way. With a peaceful, heart-throbbing fury.

Divine, honest, and true.

But until then darling, these are the ways I wait for you:

By gleefully squeezing where the back of your hand and the base of your digits would be,

when a song comes on that we'll listen to someday.

Your hands are aged but soft, I already know.

By looking across dinner for one, imagining glances of you avoiding your tomatoes reminding me that "honey, salt isn't good for you". Attracting your TLC with the shaker is half the reason I have a "salty" tooth.

Or by smelling and putting my fingers through your hair, as if you're already there. And saving saving square-footage of comforter and fluffing your pillow to practice for our nightly routine.

And dream about you.

[spoken rapidly to a crescendo]by dipping a broomstick, curbing my cursing, practicing pancake flipping, avoiding trans fats, putting the seat down, mowing the lawn, dotting my Is, crossing my ts, wearing sunscreen and, waiting, hoping wishing and waiting to open my eyes...

Sometime. One time. I do.

But until then darling, these are the ways I wait for you.

Please do say hello: neil.tambe[at]gmail[dot]com