Well, a cute guy. He had the V. look,
only shorter, dark-rimmed glasses.
Bright red while he biked.
Youth. 2. A mooncake box with only one left.
Circles. The special bonus song
he’s been warning me about.
Apologizing for being such a bad friend
and for going on a South American cruise.
Nothing comes together. Still
irritated with my hair. 3. A mean kiss.
Then,
Lisa’s mid-life crisis. Me, with a little
head cold. Let me just tell you:
guitar, violin, “I’m leaving
on a jet plane.” Something like that.
