my heart beats faster, faster
under the pale flesh of my chest
[i wear my band t-shirt as armor]
[i am utterly aware of the fact
that i have not washed my hair
in three days]
i am loud, sassy, confident
what's my name again?
how do i breathe?
flirt
five letters, one syllable
verb
to behave as though attracted to or trying to attract someone
do i know how to flirt?
is that nature or nurture?
wait
don't walk past me
hi
[i'm sorry, i mean: ]
awkward smile, slight head nod, and a subtle lift of the left hand
left hand--non-dominate hand, the hand furthest
from his passing body
as to look casual
he disappears into his classroom
and i must return to mine
i wipe my hands on my black jeans
[black--the comfort zone]
my heart still beats faster, faster
and i have yet to try and flirt
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