Paul waits for Blake Biegler in the dusty field behind the school. Biegler is ten minutes late. He pokes his fingers through the chainlink, staring beyond the suicide barriers toward Golden Lakes. The ... [+]
January calls me from a California area code and
asks me what I want for lunch in Cantonese
January warms my lungs while I slurp on hot soup shared with friends
in the corner of a Chinese restaurant, longing
for my mom's cooking
January books me a plane ticket to NYC for spring break, anticipating
warmer days that she knows will come long after she's left
January awkwardly laughs on a first date, sneaking glances
at this pretty stranger who reminds me of a new book that's
waiting to be read and memorized
January tucks me in tight underneath a pile of blankets. I ask
her to stay a little longer before she leaves again
I don't want her to go but she tells me she'll be back before I know it
Satisfied with her answer, I close my eyes
Before I'm even awake, she's gone
See you soon, I whisper into the cold morning air all alone