you touched my lips.

"i can't see in the dark."

or

"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.