this post is for A. / we have almost no pictures together. i like that. i don’t want to see a picture of you and me together, teeth bared. we’re not teeth-barers. we’re not that sort. not around each other. / my memory works in two-second bursts. i see you standing at the far end of the second-floor hallway of our high school. you have your arms crossed; you’re wearing that brutal glower. your shoes are high. / you are the most tender angry person i know. / i like the picture above because your arm is a bridge. i like the picture below because the wet marks remind me of how much we liked being in the water together. / i find you difficult to describe; i hope it stays that way.