before the rains, 15

yeah,
i am sharp, right? that’s why i work out; i do ten kilometres everyday. except sunday. sunday i sleep.

praise from men makes me nervous, though. that actually scares me, just in case.

but the man in the park wasn’t gay. he said she liked men like me. she liked hard men, apparently.

he said i should wear a black jacket and black pants when i ride to her place because - and i quote him, verbatim -

in the traffic light you will look like man from sin city,

that’s what a real raincloud is, man from sin city in the sky, and the lights catching his chest and thigh
from all the streets, roads, houses, cars, all the people

below.

i think he might have wanted to be that man in the sky, but i didn’t tell him
that i thought so