the romance is always in the ritual before the ritual
Notes On Waiting For The Dog To Find The Perfect Place To Take A Shit While Morning Cuts Through…
Hanif Abdurraqib

I don’t know how romantic I think actual romantic gestures are. Granted, this is the closest thing I have to a love poem, and it’s partially about my dog using the bathroom. But I really like the idea of the things that lead up to romantic moments. The gentle preparation, the anxiety. I was thinking, here, about these dual anxieties. How the dog is consumed by anxiety while searching for a place to use the bathroom. How we are often consumed by anxiety before a first kiss, before a first date, before being naked in front of anyone who means anything to us.

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