a letter to justin for today
would go something like this:
hallo. i almost got hit by a car this afternoon. you see, i fell upon a boy who resembled you; he was wearing a yellow, collared short-sleeve shirt (like your grey one) and khakis. and. well. he just looked a little like you, from far away. i was at schenley park watching the squirrels after school as usual. and he was lying belly up on the very green lawn, with his head cocked slightly up to watch the kids playing catch nearby. and i was sitting on stone, barelegged and barefoot, and. he got up right about when i did, to leave. and i was circling the way and got to the road crossing. and just kept my step going, because by then i was daydreaming of you. hazy dreams... it was entirely my fault. and the driver in the van was apparently daydreaming too, about something; he barely realized i practically stepped right under his tires. if i hadn't turned my head just then, just to look at the trees to the right, to smile... i don't even know why i did turn my head, exactly. but um, i'm glad i did. i wouldn't have heard anything unusual; i was listening to french love songs on my headphones.
it scared me. afterward a cmu boy across the street gawked at me, then smirked when i did get across safely. it was entirely my fault.
meanwhile the boy in the yellow, collared shirt was yards ahead of me, on his way home or to supper. i got an ice cream cone and did not learn; i took the long way back and slipped into dreaming of you again.
hallo. i almost got hit by a car this afternoon. you see, i fell upon a boy who resembled you; he was wearing a yellow, collared short-sleeve shirt (like your grey one) and khakis. and. well. he just looked a little like you, from far away. i was at schenley park watching the squirrels after school as usual. and he was lying belly up on the very green lawn, with his head cocked slightly up to watch the kids playing catch nearby. and i was sitting on stone, barelegged and barefoot, and. he got up right about when i did, to leave. and i was circling the way and got to the road crossing. and just kept my step going, because by then i was daydreaming of you. hazy dreams... it was entirely my fault. and the driver in the van was apparently daydreaming too, about something; he barely realized i practically stepped right under his tires. if i hadn't turned my head just then, just to look at the trees to the right, to smile... i don't even know why i did turn my head, exactly. but um, i'm glad i did. i wouldn't have heard anything unusual; i was listening to french love songs on my headphones.
it scared me. afterward a cmu boy across the street gawked at me, then smirked when i did get across safely. it was entirely my fault.
meanwhile the boy in the yellow, collared shirt was yards ahead of me, on his way home or to supper. i got an ice cream cone and did not learn; i took the long way back and slipped into dreaming of you again.