hello /

hello / said the boy in black
with the majestic hair / it was like a wave hitting crescendo
it was like
whipped egg whites / like when you used to make meringues on summer days .
he had symmetrical and bold eyebrows too .

she said / hello , how are you ?
in her mind she said : you are spunky

his eyes crinkled / like crepe paper and old man wrinkle
like a smile in his eyes
i am great and how are you ?

she could feel her cheeks betraying her as they so often did / those traitors
she couldn't even look at a charming youth without /
red scarlet pink flush shame fear
fear fear fear .
// but fear of what ? ?

boys are just smelly girls with /
different parts ? and different thoughts and different ways .
as unreadable as a convoluted book ? or as a cleo magazine .
but they seemed also like a different species / a breed apart. something different and not familiar and sometimes not familiar is frightening because how do you know what to do if you haven't done it before ? ?

maybe it was fear / confusion , which may be a potent combination with which to deal
( she felt thwarted )

she said she was / good ,
even though she wasn't sure if she was / really