On One Hand

June 17, 2005

Elana

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no, it’s not that
me and her in the noisy lunch room
our shared fries cold on the table

she rests her chin on her thin hands
black sleeves dangling like curtains
as she sighs

we wouldn’t work out, I blush
her big green eyes search mine for their secret

“I’m not like most guys”
dies in my throat
and my best friend covers her face
as she worries about her looks
all I can say is
no, it’s not that

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6 Comments »

  1. excellent, super-succinct, less is more; emotional but not self-pitying.

    Comment by randomcha — June 17, 2005 @ 7:18 pm | Reply

  2. i was going to call you before i had to go to work.. but it turns out i left your phone number there.

    Comment by coffeecup_poet — June 17, 2005 @ 10:22 pm | Reply

    • It’s OK. I was pretty busy today anyway. We def. need to get in touch soon.

      Comment by ononehand — June 18, 2005 @ 12:16 am | Reply

      • i get off at midnight tonight and then i’m off until tuesday at four.

        Comment by coffeecup_poet — June 18, 2005 @ 12:28 am

  3. awww, thats cute 🙂 why are they always attracted to the cute gay boys?

    Comment by emotive_wisdom — June 18, 2005 @ 8:27 am | Reply

  4. I’ve said it before. You have a voice.

    Comment by thefrescakid — June 18, 2005 @ 6:18 pm | Reply


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