Friday, January 6, 2012

Three-minute poem

“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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