we were riding the bus when his mom told me they were 4 and only three seats for them... so i sent her away to stand up since i wouldn't give up the free seat next to mine... n-am inteles deloc combinatia de scaun si persoane si motivul pentru care nu se putea sta pe banchete separate de fiul ei...

a zis ca sunt bolnav si i-am zis rastit din voce ca sunt aici for the routine.. for the annual check-up or something... nothing else... so you can kindly wait in line for your turn... she told me about her son and i asked over my shoulder if he was there for the routine, for his, and i felt mine in deeper feeling... he said as well...
then i saw the nurse pulling out the needle from that vein and he twiched his arm up so that it wouldn't rain... on the floor or his jeans i saw... they were pre-washed blue, the top coat was black and unbottoned... am simtit ca pot interactiona prin asemanarile noastre, am simtit nevoia sa ma intorc peste umarul drept, sa extind ca prin conventie mana si sa-i spun ca sunt bine...

zambea cand am extins-o si i-am spus hi... parea sa fi uitat de necoagularea sangelui, de rana proaspat sapata pentru arhive secrete, confirmarea comenzii sau affectionate miracles... a intins pana sa cuprinda extinderea alei mele... he said hi... i feared it would bleed but there was no way i could control his reach or my fear it would bleed and he said hi... then it bled... two long drops din rutina consolarii si a nevoii... pe degetul drept... a color stain away... he bled... si in nevoia lui de armonizare cu refacerea rutinei se temea sa se simta jenat... greutatea de a o face cand esti tu... a intors capul la 30 de grade spre rascruce, si-a privit bona in partea stanga a fetei si s-a intors in stanga mea... eram intr-un hol de spital ca in autobuz... si din mana mea ramasa intinsa a ramas doar un cadru inghetat in instantul conventiilor si al delimitarii de sentimtentele lumii si mi-am luat-o si ii zambeam... am sters-o uimit... ce fac a zis... i-am zis ca in buzunar nu o sa se vada...

he stood a chance... to me, he did...

mi-a zis ca daca nu e nimic de partea cealalta... daca nu e nimic... in stanga mea nu era nimic and i had his height impressed on me... i-am zis ca lucrurile nu se termina aici... he cried his fear out on my left shoulder... he was held tight, was closer and warm... said you don't believe such things exist... nici eu i-am zis... and i felt like crying... and i wished i had told him that later seemed fitter and that i stood a chance...

si imi amintesc lungimea acelui parapet si podul de autostrada pe care urcam, eu in spatele lui cu inconsecventa trairilor dintotdeauna, cu atentia miscata de sunetul traficului si cu privirea incetosata pe silueta lui... la exterior era lunga... sub degete singura din fata mea... la mijloc pe noi ne unea balustrada...

i saw the final stairs thrown back in aceeasi tenta de lungime intr-un fundal de coridor... eram pe scari si s-a intors spre mine... i could kiss him... he felt my needy fear and took my need away... the fear of ever needing someone... he was blonde and had no way of ever getting that arm-stretch back... i wouldn't want to...

his back to the wall... my face to his face away from the wall... my face to him... the T-shirt and his bright-blue jeans... people had come down the nearing stairs... i thought we were in the way... i-am zis asta rastit din voce... a ramas sa coboram din lumina de pe ultima treapta...