THE RAVEN AND THE WRITING DESK

• 2012-01-29

  you are disarmingly cute, darling. it was a ‘middle school’ dance but you couldn’t hide how grown up you (and i?) really are. my head was turned but then you were there, over me, insisting, beckoning, pulling me onto the dance floor…but! hold me at arm’s length, after all this is middle school and we’re too young for dancing, you said. but your hand found my waist anyway and you spun me faster than you would have had the grace to do five years ago, certainly. you dipped me slow and then sent me back to where i came from, and now i’m wondering why i’d never noticed you before and what on earth could have convinced you to pick me.

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