i saw an anorexic boy today. i knew him immediately. of course
you know what i mean.
his face was moon-colored and his knees wider than his thighs,
and he was walking into a burger place with his friends. that green greasy
place on the corner of silver lake and sunset, you know it? the one with "no
alcohol, no loitering" hand-painted on the back, which must've been meant
for the bums. i've never seen anyone eat there. just the bums and their
shopping carts, their trash bags, their paper-bag bottles.
i wanted to say to him, hey, i know. me too. i wanted to compare the
diameters of our thighs.
but of course you can't. parallel planes, by definition, do not
intersect. it's some fundamental law of this particular physics, it's part of
this elegant dance. maybe you recognise each other, maybe you share a glance.
there is a moment of electricity.
but it can never be, because who are we kidding? this is a
lonely journey. there is nothing to say. hunger cannot be shared.
i wanted so much to call out through the void. beyond the
initial parsing of truths, what would i say? we would merely embarrass
ourselves.
luckily i was in my car and i was smoking, and the light had
turned green.
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