More Verbal Photographs

The sun was hazy through dirty old windows. Pitiful plastic blinds made shadows on the old gray tables. How much longer do I have to be in here?

Asian eyes smiled at me across an old wooden desk. She smelled like hemp and mandarin orange tea with a hint of cinnamon and yesterday.

Red lips, cherry-berry current to be exact in the shape of a kiss. Pooched out and poking at me.

He ran his dirty finger along the bridge of his slender pinkish peach nose.

He smiled; the bushy hairs in his muddy brown mustache hid his swollen pink lips. They were swollen from the passionate kiss his boyfriend laid on him, the kiss that he thought no one noticed, but I noticed.

Green plastic earrings dangling from pink ears. They slap her face when she turns her head too quickly, almost as if they are telling her to be still.

He zipped his oversized hoodie around both them, and held her. He was standing there looking like a dark brown mama kangaroo holding his mismatched baby.

They bounce across the wide street in neon purple, pink, and green outfits. It is funny to see them try and chat through short breaths and long strides.

He was shimmery, running in the sun. A white tank top folded and tucked neatly in the waist band of his bright blue shorts.

There was glitter on his arms like he’d just hugged a bucket of sparkles. He picked at one spec until he pinched his skin, he flinched and looked around. No one saw…but me.