06.01.97
12.30.03

Dear X,
I saw you at the club we didn’t go to
tonight. Your hair thick and a darker brown than
your eyes. You wereat least as tall as me
and slim, you had a way of seeming at ease
with your body, a skill I know I lack.
Did you recognize my absence there? I
washed my hair for going but it dried badly;
I have a head full of Medusa curls
if Medusa was ever white trash. In
better lighting my roots would be showing.
My eyes are blue and sometimes
remarked upon; I have long lashes and
small hands. My nails are clipped and
undecorated. I never quite saw you dancing,
I stood at the edges and watched and my
eyes fell over you, I saw you
in all manners of action but never
quite dancing. Do you? Your hands, I
noticed, are nice. The nails are even and
unchewed. They look like they could hold
things responsibly. I could imagine your
palms cupping my shoulders without bruising
me. We will miss each other again.
Shayna Maydela