Crush


I smile an invisible smile
big and bright in my head and
I try to keep it cool when it threatens
to show up on my face
My stomach tickles and my blood heats
in my veins
My freckles feel re-arranged
All the while I sit next to him
on the splintered bench outside the restaurant.
A silver sliver of a song plays in my ears
"I got it bad and that ain't good"
I hope they never ever call us to be seated.
I hold my breath-
they call his name
My eyes drop to the sidewalk
woefully defeated.

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