She is perched on her rickety wooden chair, grinning
at her textbook like it cracked a joke
when she cracked its spine. I want to ask her why
she is shivering under the AC at the table closest
to me, hunched over hours worth of work
I keep distracting her from.
I could tell her to wear shorts in the shade
of a walnut tree, stretch her bare legs on
manicured and sun-baked grass, prop her head
on bark and watch the neighborhood dogs take walks,
in between ladybugs and messages and paragraphs.
But she chooses to sit here, reminding me
of the first day we met, her hair in that same
haphazard ponytail, loose t-shirt, ripped jeans,
curling strands dangling on each side of her head.
They flew upward every time she sighed, rolling
her eyes every time she let someone else interrupt her.
Both our futures point to replacing cedars with palms,
hands saturated with saltwater, skin burnt and wallets
hungry. The odds will always be against us,
too pale to tan, too busy to feel free.
Moving one coast to another is the one leap
we know we can take.
But we will not take it together.
She is alone, still staring at her book while I try not to stare
at her, my waist pressed against the counter that blocks her off
like permanent caution tape. I scrub sticky spilled lattes and pray
for time to stop ticking, for someone to tell me I cannot leave.
Because when I am off the clock, my obligation to stay
will be gone. I will leave, the whole time wishing
I could strap myself to the empty chair beside her
and listen, wishing I could forget that desire
feels like vulnerability and I never learned how to be okay
with that, wishing my nonchalance wasn’t forced, begging myself
to act normal, look normal, think normal, talk normal, say
anything, stay inside and stop worrying whether she knows
how in love with her I am. Stay inside, where it is cold
and dark and sticky because goosebumps
are more easily ignored than regret.
It is February, and it is warmer
outside than it will ever be in.
About the Creator
Kye Earley
I'm a 23 year old creative. I write, act, make youtube videos (search CoffeeCat, you'll find me!). I also really really love cats. I do magic and tarot, so those themes sometimes slip into my work. Oh, and I'm secretly a mermaid.
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