Hay and poetry.
Look, a photo!
This was taken when a friend and I went exploring in the countryside around my college.
Zorro and I are not committed to each other, but we both still like each other. He's on the fence for a variety of reasons and I understand that and am giving him time (but not too much time -- I don't wait around forever, but I have a lot of patience).
But anyway, I just wanted to share something I wrote.
Everyone sits around
on all the chairs--
submerged in all the nooks
they all make gestures in the air,
little jerks of emotion with
their fingertips
Barbie sits across from Andy
smoking her slims
blowing gray out her nostrils
Barbie watches Andy through
the hazy screen of her
depleted breath
Andy ticks and squirms
bites his lower lip
shuffles his hair
glances over,
down,
away.
Barbie's lips smile
as she kills her smoke--
crushing the embers as she
walks over
Andy glances up
Barbie's grinning lips part
She says,
Hi, and it goes from there.
