I went on a film adventure today
with one of my few guy friends.
And it was rather wonderful.
Sort of picturesque at times.
I walked through a muddy soccer field,
threw my shoes back onto the parking lot and then
ran. Swinging a camera and splashing through
the cold.
It was like a movie scene,
ironic as I was carrying a camera.
"I've always wanted to be hit by a car."
Who says that? Even if only for the lawsuit.
It was nice.
The weather was bad.
And the melancholy still
ate quietly at my burning insides,
but it was numbed
by cold toes.
Oh, and a first happened today,
this morning.
Another of my few guy friends
offered me his jacket today.
How nice.
I know some really nice guys.
And at one moment I thought,
maybe I'll always just be the friend.
But would that be so bad?
Yes and no.
But maybe I will always be the friend.
Another part of me
wonders, is anything I do
ever appealing to any guy?
Sometimes I feel pretty
and I wonder if somewhere
in the hallway sea of folks,
does somebody ever go
"who's that girl?"
I mean, who cares.
But it would be nice to know.
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