The second time a boy told me he loved me I was 13.“I love u,” my phone buzzed, my head buzzed, New feelings, no end. “Love u 2,” I responded, deciding just then. Said perhaps because a reject’s a punch or that the words “Facebook official” gave me someone at lunch to sit near, knees touching, electrically aware. And there, we held hands sometimes, […]
In silence springs a subtle stir of circus pulses in my chest and whooshing tides and leaps and sighs– this thought-fraught notice knows no rest.
I bury my face in the warm dirt and shout, “Oh, this is what living is all about!”