Imagining Malaysia A girl with a blonde pageboy (are those back in
style now too?) struts in black capris, making
me a little less disappointed I never found a pair
I liked enough to buy. Someday I want to
paint my nails. Someday I want to wear a
pink dress, short with white stockings or
sandals, the flat soled leather kind I
wore as a little girl and a necklace of
faux seed pearls, the plastic kind you used to
get in clear bubbles from candy machines
outside supermarkets, the ones that cost
a quarter when I used them and now take
50 cents. I want to wear it with grainy
pink rouge and messy lipstick that comes in
little white applicators and melts if you
leave it in your pocket. I want to wear a
little padded purse over my right
shoulder and giggle in a shy
but sweet plump girl kind of way
whenever a boy looks at me too obviously or
too long. Sometimes I think half the
reason things never worked out between Aviva
and I is that I knew I could never
be her.  ¶ 3:37 AM