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 alita. 

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tuesday; february second, two thousand ten.

me in love:

He. Me. I. Wish? Desire? Hope - hope. Maybe he.
He. I. Hoping. Hopping, no eggshells but always
potential  bear  trap,  must be careful.  Want.
to care. Caring, take.  Take care of.  He.  Me.
Back  to  back,  ends  touch,  prickly  against
skin,  not  used  to!  Dad always shaved,  only
Uncle Jimmy maybe,  I:  four,  tickle!  Rainbow
jeans,   happiness.    Happiness   thick  like
marshmallow,  like  cotton,  like  clouds  as  I
see   them   from   aero-planes,   walk.   Not
eggshells, clouds . . . but what of, in?   Bear?
Trap?!?   Help?    More  soft,  smile,  secrets,
sustenance,  save,   might  I  be  safe?
Round the bases without stealing, my own
coach, an unbiased rapport,  report,  go,
stay, go to stay with him?   And forever?
Is?   There?   Hmm...maybe.  Maybe, there
is maybe for now.   Happy to think of
maybe,  remember,  smile like an idiot
somewhat.  Smile like a happy me.  Happy!
And nothing more, for now.  Maybe Tuesday!

and that was before the kiss!