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Tangerines '09An empty tree:
All the fruit is on the sidewalk,
sitting in the rain.
Lynn Oaks Drive Tangerine Tree
Graduating class 2009
A San Franciscan OdysseyDear Mom, Dad, Jackie
Im gone for a week. Be back by Sunday.
Im safe. Ill check my phone every night.
We had no plans. We knew where we were going, and how we would get there, but everything beyond that was a blank canvas. We didnt know where in San Francisco we would go, or what wed eat, or where wed sleep. The concrete would be our beds, and the sky our ceiling. I was thrilled
As the clock approached 4:30 in pre-dawn San Jose, we made our way out of my back door with three bags of supplies, one-hundred and twenty-seven dollars, the clothes on our backs, and all of our kidneys intact. Dan and I popped open umbrellas against the drizzle that the wind blew in our faces regardless. We had chosen probably the worst week to go on our excursion, as we had very dry weather up to that point, but San Francisco and new experiences beckoned.
As we waited over an hour at the bench for the first bus of
Katelyn - 14Within the next two weeks, I made Katelyn a key for the apartment, so she could leave and return on a whim while I worked. Every time I returned from work, I found the apartment clean; the table would be clean, despite the plate and bowl I left from breakfast, and the bed would made regardless of the previous nights penetration, and whatever session mightve taken place right before I left for work. She was always cheerful when I returned, and would happily assist me in my relaxation, whether it was joining me on the couch to cuddle, or in the bathroom for a hot shower. Only once or twice to I come home to the smell of tobacco.
I found a library today she said to me one night, as we sat on the couch, eating the mediocre dinner she had prepared. I had my arm around her, and we were positioned in an awkward way that complimented both our figures in a comfortable fashion. There was one plate balanced between both out laps, and she speared at the food as we spoke.
Katelyn - 13As we lay there, my eyes glancing around in the lightlessness where my ceiling was, and hers closed lightly, speech was lost in the dark. A few times, I tried catching enough words from the blackness to put together a verbal thought, but they buzzed about my room too quickly, and I was too comfortable in my current position to hunt them down. I felt the shape of her face on one side of my chest, and the warmth of her breath on the other. Her palm found mine, and our fingers became wrapped in silent conversation. For a pleasant, indistinguishable amount of time, neither of us moved, aside from the rising and falling of both or chests.
As sleep was starting to envelope me, I felt her body shift. Her lips pressed against my cheek before she curled into a loose ball next to me. As slumber crept its way into our bodies, some words patiently hovered in our grasp.
Good night, I echoed.
Hey ChildHey Child,
I like the way you look.
With your scrawny, petite body,
with your scraggly brown hair,
with your interesting features.
Hey Child, youre gorgeous.
Im older than you.
But only by two or three years,
and thats not much, is it?
Youre so young, so new
Hey Child, its attractive.
Im lonely these days.
You remind me of a good time
that I once had.
You remind me of a comfort
that I once had.
You remind me of a happiness
I once had.
Hey Child, you remind me.
do you ever watch me?
Do you like that Im older?
Do you see the contentment thats latent
in these black clothes?
Hey Child, do you?
do you even notice me?
Am I too old?
Do I dress like a creep
in these black clothes?
Hey Child, are you there?
are you going to be
another piece of writing
from a romance that never happened?
Will you never see, never know
this poetry I write when Im lonely?
Hey Child, I hope not.
Katelyn - 11She walked by my side, the soles of her shoes falling against the pavement in sync with mine. We were quiet, but it wasnt the silence I was used to experiencing around her. It was pleasant and satisfying to be in each others presence, not looking for words. We enjoyed it to the point that we forgot to discuss what we were going to eat.
Chinese? I asked, as we neared a restaurant I was familiar with. She nonchalantly agreed, and I held the door as she walked in. Gesturing with a menu, a waiter directed us towards a number of mostly vacant tables. As she glanced through the menu, I poured out the tea.
See anything you like? I asked, setting down the metal teapot.
I dont know what any of this is she admitted, finally. She had been staring at the translations that might as well had been left in Chinese. Nevertheless, she tried finding something familiar.
Never had Chinese food? She shook her head, and closed the menu, defeat
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