you asked what I thought of you point-blank, blunt Bewildered, I examined the cross-shaped birthmark on your arm (you were agnostic) scuffed sneakers and your eyes the new old ones I liked: you had gotten rid of the blue contacts two months ago, a week after we met. mouth open, I searched for a word and couldn’t believe how hard it was smiling and I closed my lips, you seemed confused, did that little eyebrow thing I took your hand as the subway doors opened onto 66th St and dragged you into the city.
we ran up the stairs, his hand was warm like the cigarette night air I’ll show him what I think of him we ate burgers from Sonic on the lit-up street corner; he spilled mayo down his shirt and we threw lettuce and laughter at each other.
around 2.7.11 revised version of "Throwing Lettuce." it's a lot different so I thought I'd post it again. hope you enjoy :)