2004-10-01 || 2:50 p.m.

|| i can't remember what his arms spelled out. ||

he had boys' arms, not like a man's, not very muscular with pale pale blue bleeding just under the skin at the insides of his elbows. there were words written indelibly up and down his forearms, and sleeping with him made me worry that i would wake up with all those letters rubbed onto my forehead and waist.
the last time he was over we sat on my porch in the sun and when he leaned back his tshirt stretched across his boy chest and i felt very very old, like i should have held his hand when crossing the street to take him home.

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