looking for itâyour place, your hangout, your relaxing room, your coffee haven, your kingdom of confection . . . and today you find it. today, after school, tagging along into decatur behind ellen-jessica-flip-simon-willow, you catch a glimpse and take note of the friendly outdoor patio and the beckoning chalkboard with the dancing monkey and the grinning goat. the aroma wafting out the opened front door makes your toes curl with anticipation, but you make yourself wait until later. later, when youâre alone, youâll slip into it like a much-needed bath.
by the bonfire
since it isnât raining this saturday thereâs a bonfire at the lake house, and of course that means thereâs some asshole who steps in it and melts half his shoe. there are girls with beers in red cups standing stupidly close to the flames, coughing and shifting away from the smoke, too dumb to step back, or maybe afraid theyâll squash the couples sitting cross-legged together in the dark hem just outside the firelightâs circleâsounds of their make-outs audible even over everyone else talking and the sharp crackle of spark. thereâs the helpful guy in the life is good t-shirt who knows just when to put the next log onâalways ready with a big stick to poke things in place when they collapse. you are enjoying the orange on your face, the warm laughing banter around you, and tomorrow you will bury your nose in your sweater, relish the way everything still smells like camping.
more than meets the eye
and then suddenly youâve got company. you knew when you saw him last timeâeveryone in the whole pot-fogged, beer-goggled
house
knewâthat he was pretty much the hottest boy thereâand now here he is, hesitating a little, his shoulders unsure, but very clearly standing next to you, watching the fire too. you remind yourself girls will be like baseballs to him: catch, caress, throw back out to the field. but when his eyes catch yoursâcatch your eyes sneaking over to himâsomehow the scales tip and the fire brightens. or perhaps it dims. something in those eyes surprises you for a second time, gives you a little pause. the most popular boy by the lake and he looks genuinely lonely. you are blushingâor too warmâand give him a small smile, but start to step away (you have to keep moving). when he speaks at first you donât quite understand. you think he is kidding. you think he is making fun of you. you think you had him right in the first place, but when you challenge his eyes with yours thereâs no smirk, no asshole a-ha, and he says it again:
you seem you could use / a little kind of surprise / maybe some haiku?
then just stands there, open and waiting, while you count imperceptibly on your fingers. he waits for you to do the math, for your eyes to widen, for you to say,
in fact i do.
Becca
Some Advice
When you are
wrung out like the dish towel
you had stuck in your shorts all day
instead of an apron,
and your hair is still wet
from the shower you needed
in order to rinse off all that coffeegrime and sweat
âwhen you still have to read
three chapters for English
one chapter for history
and have not studied for that chemistry testâ
do not be surprised if,
when you go to the party (late) anyway
to try to lean on your boyfriend
and laugh at Paulâs jokes,
you find yourself rolling your eyes at everyone and
more than once squeezing your temples from noise.
Try to feel no shock either when
Alec scowls because you wonât
do chickenfights by the bonfire,
or when he says,
Whatâs the matter with you?
in that cold way you hate
and you find yourself leaving
âtoo earlyâ
in tears.
Showing, Not Telling: To Alec
Your surprise
is a surprise.
How could you think
âWhat are you thinking?â
I could possibly act
âI donât understand
why youâre acting this wayâ
like a girl going through normal
âI