Wednesday, September 30, 2009

GIGGLES.

the sky was blue, speckled with balls of cotton. the sun was out, but not prominent; the weather was perfect. two sat; reading, waiting, discussing.

belly.
chickens.
roller skates.

then there were three and it was complete. what mischief could they cause now? three of the perfect students secretly longed for chaos.

jumping.
skipping.
running.

they sprawled out on the grass, staring up at the infinity of sky; the kind that allowed you to fall up. no one else questioned them; this was normal.

HA.
bestial wail.
chinning.

the freaky asian kid, the midget, the tall one; inseparable, unapproachable, unmatched. such friendship is irreplaceable.

they share a look, a smile, a word, and burst into a fit of
giggles.

[9.30.2009]

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