Gangly, gawky, there was something about the gracefully bruised curve of your knees that twisted around the vocal cords tight in my throat, and I couldn’t say a word.

Your eyes flicked inmy direction brown but maybe a little green spiraling out hidden secret I just wanted to know. I stared at you for probably a second too long and you dropped your gaze down to the floor and rocked eversoslightly forward and backward on your heels on the cold concrete floor ; youpulled your shirtsleeves down over your hands hide hide hide and crossed your arms awkwardly over your thin ribbed chest.

Who are you where did you come from but the words were not strong enough to break through the walls of my teeth were not creative enough to unglue my sticky lips.