describe. He looks at me
like a barracuda, scoping
bait.
Ravenous. Suspicious.
Curious. Delicious. (Him,
not me.) I feel like a
freight
train has steamed right
into me, and when he smiles
a hungry smile, I decide Robyn’s
tardiness must be
fate.
I Watch Him
Climb the stairs past me,
try to keep all hint of drool
inside my mouth, where it belongs.
Guess whose door he knocks on.
“Robyn isn’t home yet.”
He turns, eyes narrowing
into discerning slits. She’s always
late. I swear she gets lost,
driving ten blocks from school
to home. The name’s Trey.
“Hey, Trey. I’m Kri…
[Bree!] The voice inside
my brain practically shouts.
“Br…” No, I’m not her
anymore. “Kristina.”
Trey smiles. Good to meet
you, Kri-Br-Kristina. You a friend