03.09.2003 2:05 am
quirk

As I fill my water bottle at the ungenic sink, I glance at myself in the mirror. In that moment, the water pauses in its flow -- a quirk -- and the moment endures forever. Pale befreckled face, dark circles, brown eyelids, dark lips. Hair newly swept far to the side. Pathetic? Yes. Unexpecting lonely two-A.M. stare in a deserted bathroom.

I'm sorry. You deserve touch. You deserve happiness. And I'm happy for you; jealous, but happy.

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