Monday, May 17, 2010


it´s cute to see that scab on your knee, right under your hand in which you cradle the newest electronic gadget.
it´s cute to see your intent gaze, behind those crookedly perched glasses, devoid of the skeptical, guarded trying-too-hard-to-be-adult.
it's cute to see the loose hair with that faint frizz, escaping the confines of that expensive straight perm you convinced your mom to give you, just so you could look sixteen.
it's cute to see that little scab on your knee; i wonder where it came from.
sports? falling? or maybe tripping on the stairs on your way to 8th grade homeroom.

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