“Yo,” I say.
She looks up, a challenge in her eyes, or
Maybe a yearning, or
Maybe a pleading.
“what’s up?” she replies.
“Well, I just wanted to see if you wanna hang out later?”
(my eyes veiled so as not to reveal this: how much I want,
like she is a candy bowl and I am a kid,
eyes big before the glass.
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