And all I heard was her laughing. I looked at the floor. I kept walking down the hallway and all I heard was her laughing even though it had nothing to do with me. It just went on like it did.

I will never take away the spoken word that one finally had the right to put down on a bathroom stall.

We will meet somewhere in the middle and it won’t have to be in the middle of this or in-between you and I but somewhere in the middle.

I wonder if we’ll be in the middle of something worth being said.

All you left behind was poetry. I hardly knew you but I did in the words that took you so long to form.

To know that you haunted me and I can’t remember the titles to the poems leaves me for what could’ve been. What did I know of you but the center of what you’ve been wanting for someone to accept and I am there too. To know that only the pages will know this in a somewhat less than you would’ve and if words were spoken before written after the act then maybe there would’ve been no written words.

I noticed her look at me, not a glance, a look, and “oh”, because I remember how good she looked weeks ago but she hadn’t looked at me then.

I guess I’m being spiteful by not looking at this beautiful girl that’s looking at me, but wouldn’t look at me then when I first though she was worth looking at.

But all in all, it’s nice to be looked at.

Rather is an interesting word because it doesn?t exist. It?s an either/or, closer to something of which but unlike, inasmuch there is distance in the like a or of, so where exactly is it or should that be what?
A gun was held
to his head
Always to the head even though I never meant to kill him but at that moment I did want to. My regret is solely in hindsight.
?Don?t,? he said that one time and that was what triggered it. That was it. It had always been a quiet thing, an eye thing, holding the gun to his head. How often, gun was in hand and not a flinch. Not stone faced, not tough, not fearless. How could you be any of those things if nothing changed? If he was talking I?d pull it out, straight on, inches from his lips. Not a pause in rhythm, not even between words.
What a strange thing for a man who could feel everything, the slightest noise and change of wind. He knew what you felt with each moment if moments can be counted as less than seconds and he?d know if you were staring at him from across a room before you?d even stare.
He said, ?Don?t?
What a thing to say when it wasn?t on my mind but suddenly was with ?Don?t? and I pulled the trigger wanting to because he made me into a threat from something that was at first nothing and the gun kicked and it was never a game anymore.
If we were sitting differently, the sun on him instead of me, would he have seen the wind change?
Black dress
blond hair
ample breasts
a smile that has smiled too many times when she thought it would be a little more but the softness is lost to something a little less than the colors that a street would have in walking arm in arm to get lost and not have any wrinkles.
Hurried, hurried half step like there?s a stick up your ass or is it a rash? Take your eyes off the floor, the sidewalk, the street. Just because you don?t look at me doesn?t mean I won?t hesitate in slapping your walkman away and knocking you to the ground. I?ll scream ?BITCH? and laugh my head off because of how ridiculous you look there flapping witless like a wing broken. I?ll break you for real to look at me.
The sensation comes to me and how beautiful you are. I think of coffee and your stripe ans kin, like glaze and
I find people much more appealing when they?re dead.
?It?s not quite finished.? she said, unveiling her painting, a self portrait.
?Really?? I had said and looked at her and the image and even though it was pretty standard, I couldn?t see how the image was unfinished. Unless, of course, she meant it as in she was unfinished too. That made sense because sometimes she spoke like that, like a sculpture waiting for the chisel to finally stop. To be presented.
There many pages in such a little book. I guess I?ll have to say lots of little things.