That water fountain taste was stuck
in my cheeks as I swished it back and forth
whistling and gargling down the halls by myself.

Freezing time I slammed my fist to the floor and
my empty middle school screamed "Tilt!"

We used to call them preemies
Adam and me.
Too young for us right now
but we could only imagine what they'd look like
In 4 or five years.
Pretty green Jansport
Too cool for the pink.
And the ones with books were dangerous.
The ones with books could feel your eyes on them
as they swished their soon to be perfect asses into the library
just knowing months from now they'd be at some party sitting at
the end of a very long couch where some boy will stick his finger in them
and they can get past all this hype and pressure.

But the brunettes with the books, oh there you have something more. They wore long sleeves under their t-shirts and batted long lashes with intrigue and intent. They were the ones who liked astronomy. Or they were the ones who liked to look at the sky at night. Or they were the ones who were plainly forced to look up as my hand gripped their pony-tail. Regardless of the facts, they were the ones for me.

Hi, sup? I think you're really cute and I see you in my head at night. It's mostly harmless ya know? Holding hands and pecks on the cheek. Sometimes I have a knife, and sometimes an ice cream cone. K you'll never want to read this. So you never will.

Love Sean

P.S. I thought you're report on large winged insects was super.

06/04/2008

Posted on 06/04/2008
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