December 2008
3 posts
crush
she’s still here, standing before me at the entrance to the annex building. it’s the first day of the semester and it is sunny and cool and beautiful and she is sunny and cool and beautiful, and my crush is of a magnitude that only 15-year-old boys are capable of. it has burst through my chest and ballooned into an independent sovereign planet. it is no longer my crush— i am its...
phone rings. caller id says it’s me, calling from the very phone i’m looking at. i answer it. no one there.
i think the universe may be trying to tell me something.
or the phone company.