i think you are pretty
when you ask
if your face is crooked.
i like your freckles
and your dandelion-soft hair.
i think you are quite pretty,
for a boy.
"Am I ugly?"
You ask me.
"I think you are cute,"
I say.
"Tell me the truth,"
you tell me,
although I have never lied to you.
draft from last night that i finished in bed, and typed in the morning.