i bet

he wore ink like gloves

when he pressed buttons with his

ohsoartistic acoustic-playing fingertips into the

numbers in my order

and when i said hello

he paused before saying in that careful way of his,

"hi, it's jared".

(( and i don't know where it came from, but i'll bet that his sailboat lips taste like a vanilla milkshake on top of the ferris wheel, and i'll bet his kiss goes round and round and maybe we'll even get stuck at the top. ))