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There were moments when your lopsided smile

Turned down and I saw that the moment I met you.

We were maybe two feet away and staring

And I don’t know how long that was-

Maybe 45 milliseconds or so-

And I don’t know how you saw me,

But I knew my hair was really messy and

I wasn’t quite what I wanted you to see.

Everyone whispered to me as if you were meant to be

Some sort of “grand awakening”,

Some sort of peeling off of my skin or

A rebirth,

A shower of hot water running through my hair

And down onto my toes,

A series of seconds of nothing but blue-brown meshing eye collision

And you reached out your hand for me to touch and

When you smiled I saw more than slightly crooked teeth and

I forgot to tell you my name, and you laughed.

Prompted from the book 642 Things to Write About by The San Francisco Writers’ Grotto.

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