available

“I’m available,” he says.
He’s perfect. With his tousled brown hair, his deep green eyes. Why can’t he be mine?
“Okay so we’ll meet tomorrow?”
His lips are moving. I’m mesmerized. I shudder back into reality,
“Yeah, sure-i-i’ll be there.” I answer.
He’s available–not to swoop me away as my prince charming, but to be tutored in math by me tomorrow.
I sigh.
It’s a start.

vines

Red vines on the seat barrier between us as we watch the movie on the screen. I slowly pick one up. Twizzle it around my finger. Chew a bit, in what i hope to be a slightly seductive or at least cute manner. I’m not into the movie at all don’t care about the Mila Kunis-esque girl on the screen all I really care about is you, and your breathing right next to me. I peek out the corner of my eye and edge my hand slowly over the barrier, the red vine flavor still sweetening my mouth, blurring my judgement. But I do this only to find you’ve grabbed my fingers quickly, hungry.
You turn to me a twinkle in your eye.
“Sorry.”

dashboard

her feet are on the dashboard
her lacquered toes
red nails
pale skin
how beautiful
i’d never think that i could find a body part so enthralling
but i do

these dashboard feet must have grown
from the days when her
parents loving placed them in booties
to the days where she shoved them
in high heels
out for a night on the town
i never really understood that expression.

she wiggles her toes
the sun coming through the window
the wind blowing her sandy
hair over her sunglasses
that she told me she wears
’cause she thinks they make her look fierce
she catches me staring
and laughs

irreverent

irreverent
laughing by the pool
in our bikinis
yours fits you better
than mine
fits me
yours is snug tight
mine awkward i’m still all arms and legs
but it hardly matters
as we laugh at the lifeguard
calling seriously to all the other kids
to not jump
in the pool
they always
listen
except today we suppose
they’ve gone on a bit of a
bad
streak