the streets are paper machied with leaves again. one was stuck to my jeans all day and i didn't even notice until she pulled it off. held it up in front of her face til she was all yellowpinkorange. a boy came out in the rain just to hold the door open for me even though his headphones got wet. i told the girl next to me in class i liked her hair bow and she smiled so bright. told me where she got it. told me it was a steal. there were high schoolers on campus today, screaming with self importance. i considered them fondly, equally loud in my own silence. remembering when i too thought it was cool to tell other people im cool i am just a patchwork of all the people i fall in love with and never tell. is that ok? to pick apart the lovely in someone and take it for yourself?
frankenstein // s.b.