There is a girl you know with tall green eyes who likes to be alone. When you see her on the street, she pretends you aren't there, or sometimes, if she's in the mood, she'll smile as she walks past and away. If you follow her, two steps behind, you'll see her trip at the corner. She laughs at herself in case somebody is watching, but no one is, except you. She apologizes when she sees beautiful paintings, hears beautiful music. She apologizes as she runs her fingertips over glossy spines in the fiction section at the library. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't make you." She runs her fingers along the racks in the clothing stores, but she hasn't got any money in her pockets, except to buy fruits and soy sauce at the grocery store. You have her number, but if you telephone her at home she'll always tell you, "I can't tonight." What she means is "Someone, someone, please save me." She knows you won't.
- posted by ingenue @ 8:58 PM