//|\\ sara berger \\|//
Missing 2nd Ave and St. Mark's Place
Boy thinks: We had been doing this for too long. Lighting matches and letting them drop into the oil stained puddle at our feet. The morning sun had begun to rise, bashfully over the tar-covered roof tops. And there we were. Awake. Hung-over. All our remaining energy slowly oozing out of our bodies, yet we remained too exhausted to lower ourselves down, to sit. The smell of the city at 7 am, so ironically fresh and clean, as immigrants cowardly rose for work. We hadn't even slept yet...
Breaking my trance from the dropping flames, I looked at her. She looked at me. Were we really standing here, robotically lighting paper? How tired were we? Her eyes, the brilliant foliage reflecting in her glossy red-whites, looked as if to tell me that she wished to go to bed. Could that be an invitation for me? Did she know how much I loved her? I embraced her then. Held her delicate frame close to my husky trunk. And I knew that we would share this moment forever.
Girl thinks: Wrapped like a Christmas gift in his arms I knew that he wanted more from me. So what that we had been standing in the early summer heat since late last night. He was only my best friend. With my skeletal frame oscillating in between his I felt that the only thing that can hurt me now is if he were to squeeze too tightly.