The barista has stolen my glasses, and my haircut, and my youth. She took my order and my heart. I picked up my peppermint tea (to go), and sat down. She swept around me; sat right next to me. Wearing my shoes she asked, “What are you reading?”
Posts Tagged ‘laura h.’
Flattery
Posted in 50 words, tagged laura h. on November 5, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Reunion
Posted in 100 words, tagged laura h. on August 11, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I hardly recognize you in so many clothes. The winter makes even our hug more distant. I am very aware of my too-big jacket and my uncut hair. I say, I’m doing a lot better now. And you say, That’s Great. We sip our coffees too far from home to make any mistakes. I feel [...]
Dear Emma,
Posted in 200 words, tagged laura h. on May 29, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Thank you for checking me out at the club. Thank you for wearing a tank top and baggy jeans so I knew you were a true dyke and not just a tourist. Thank you for occasionally making prolonged and suggestive eye contact with me from across the room. Thank you for pretending to be laughing [...]
This One Time in Third Grade
Posted in 200 words, tagged laura h. on May 18, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I dreamt about Edith; the kind of girl that spends recess peeling glue off her hands. You know that girl. I had a dream about that girl that actually made me tingle. Thinking about my secret floral-print spandex vixen, I felt giddy and horrified. —- I stopped going to college parties. It was the men. [...]
