velvet

December 10, 2012

I saw you yesterday; you and your usual “dugyot” look as I’ve always described it. You were wearing this polo shirt, a shade darker than an ube-flavored ice cream and your usual pair of black slacks. I was trying to look on the opposite side of our line and if the shuttle is arriving yet but all I’ve noticed is that you haven’t shaved for…two days I suppose. I sat behind you and all throughout the trip, I hoped you’d glance behind. I wished as hard as you leaned against your seat but my wish ended up in vain. All I could stare at as was your arm, your bony wrists and your almost perfectly candle-shaped fingers. I know how hard you work at home but how did those fingers remain seemingly delicate, almost like a woman’s, except for the very obvious contours of a man’s phalanges. I almost involuntarily needed, or so I thought, to touch them but that would just creep everyone out. More so, when you read this, you might imagine, a crazy stalker or worse, a dangerous psycho obsessing over you. Well, that’s just not the case. I just needed to write and there you were, a subject, or yes, an inspiration I guess. See you on our next ride home.

~jen