did i tell you about the boy at the movie theater? he parked across the street from me and sat one row away. i had no desire to talk to him, i just wanted to watch him from my seat. i wanted to see if he laughed at the same parts i did. i wanted to see if he danced, too.
but two girls came by — squealing and squeaking because they hadn’t seen him in ages — and whisked him away to the front of the theater.
i saw him after the movie, smoking a cigarette. he saw me, too. and smiled.