Monday, October 12, 2009

you touched my lips.

"i can't see in the dark."
"it's too dark to see."
that whistle that says,
"hey girl, i like how those jeans are fitting."
or maybe because, it's me,
"i like how that hat looks pulled over your
dirty hair casting shadows on your eyes."
i know that was fucking weird.
i know it's sports team.
and boys in groups, the likes of which are rare on campus.
and athletes in acting class, where i get to touch people's face,
and have my face touched, which was a kind of a new and wonderful thing.
i know that was fucking weird.
my disbelief wasn't suspended,
but i don't know if yrs was.

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