eleanor
likes to sip warm milk in the middle of June
has goosebumps in a room with a closed door
pulls funny faces in the mirror by herself
sends a bunch of photographs to someone she's never met
and shouts so loud but no one's listening.
jake
slouches down in his seat
on the deserted subway
and checks his reflection in the glass
cheekbones highlighted by unforgiving fluorescent
and crooks his straightened hat.
laura
isn't a writer (far from it)
but she's met this amazing perfect beautiful boy
and there's a leftover warm glow in her chest
so she writes line after line of bad poetry
it goes out before she can capture it.
will
is in love with a stranger.
sits in his room all day
sprawled over his bed
re-reading the letter that she sent
to the wrong address.
who do you think you are.
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