Today was a day unlike any other. I saw him again. This was only the second time I've seen him on campus, but I feel like it will not be the last. The juicy ginger. He was busy, laughing with friends, but I can feel that our eyes connected at least once while I was eating my hamburger. I want to be on his mind. I couldn't help but stare. I had stop staring though, because then I realized there was some hamburger fat dripping onto my shirt.
But what are feelings? Are they just, things? Why must my life be so complicated? Speaking of complicated, the reek of my sweaty gym socks has overpowered the Goldbaum's powder I used last week for my athlete's foot. Some things never work out for me. Then again, nobody's perfect. Anyway, back to my socks. I try not to think about them, because I try to feel powerful. I don't want my feet to affect my self esteem. I AM NOT MY FEET.
I can't get juicy ginger (JG) off my mind, especially with everything that's happened this past month. Oh my life.
But there's another boy. This one, small and foreign to my heart and the United States of America. He's a drinker, but there's more to him than just that 30-pack of Keystone Light that he bought yesterday at the bodega. I don't know where my heart stands on this. Can I trust myself again, after what happened last time? The cat always follows the dog into forest of ecstacy.
Why does it matter that I'm white?
