Stuart and Spearmint
-
She had a diamond stud
in her nose and it
glittered like a shoot-
ing star
spearmint
her hipbones
"I don't think this is our
scene," she muttered
and her ice-mint breath
lips
her toes
curled in flipflops
goosebumps
as my fingertips
jeans.
-
He, with dry lips and a
coarse goatee, read the
words
of dead poets
His knuckles gripped
the podium
and
brushed
shot
her earlobe
our skin
His eyes
dull gray behind
glasses
met
-
I
chewed a stick of
gum
mine
to my spine
"Definitely not," I whispered and my
brushed
tingled with
mine
periodot-sharp
traced beneath her