Paint my body gold.
You are gold- solid gold. Your weight never slowed you; you never stutter. So I painted my stone skin gold. Maybe my forgery will go unnoticed. Maybe my glitter will catch your eye.
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Parked on the fourth floor, we don't say a word. She fidgets with her bracelets; the yellow safety light casts onto her profile as she lifts her chin to face the windshield.
It's 2:48 am and there are two kids smoking near the stairway. The sweet savor creeps in through her cracked window. We don't say a word. "Hey, dad." "How are you?" "I'm fine, dad. You?" "Alright. I wasn't expecting a call. What's up?" "I'm on my way to moms. I just got the mail and I had a letter-" "I hate to rush you, but I'm on hold with the cable guy. TV's down and the game starts any time now." "Oh, I heard from NYU. I got in." "That's great honey. I'll see you soon." "Okay, dad. Love you." "Love you too, sweetheart." entropy (noun)- lack of order or predictability; gradual decline into disorder.
She looked over at me and smirked. Mr. Bisner continued, though no one was truly listening. "Entropy is a thermodynamic quantity representing the unavailability of a system's thermal energy for conversion into mechanical work, often interpreted as the degree of disorder or randomness in the system." I knew she wasn't excited about AP Biology. I had known her long enough to know she was always on the prowl for a good metaphor. She slid me a note. "High school: where entropy reigns supreme." Today.
I like the look in your eyes; the stark contrast between the conviction of your soul and the confusion in the weather. I think it's going to be a good day. I remember following you in to the kitchen, always taking advantage of the lack of friction with the hardwood on my socks and dance my way toward what was usually homemade milkshakes. Every day, "do you have ice cream?" Every day, "I hope so."
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