Reid@YWP

2:15

This sun is mostly full, though there is a slight nibble out the side

2:30

A bigger bite, almost Pacman shaped

3:00

Looks like a crescent moon, but it's actually the opposite

the moon's silvery-gray hair

falls in shadows across her face

her pupils waxing and waning

straining

to catch a glimpse of her girl,

her beauty, her sunshine

her pale lips remembering cinnamon warmth

She,

She had dark black hair that crossed her face.

He,

He had honey-blonde hair that creased his ears.

She,

She didn’t have the grades she should.

He,

He had too many books to fit his room.

She,

Mauve is the lipstick we stole from your mother, 

smeared sideways across your mouth and all over 

your Sprite bottle, 

a clandestine weight in your pocket