the borders of our beings

by Stephanie Brown

when the quiet eyed boy
who spends class scribbling
soft words onto paper meant for
diagrams and equations
who creates worlds out of pencil
and freedom from the gentle movement
of his fingers and wrist
asks “would you like to see my notebook?”
say yes

when the sparkling girl
whose laugh is so loud
it encompasses her like a cage
and leaves her sitting on a throne
of insignificant conversations
and loneliness
tentatively whispers
“can I tell you something?”
say yes

when it is 3 am
and you’re staring at your ceiling
your thoughts like balloon
that has slipped from your grasp
and “I miss you, do you miss me?”
is thrown at you like a life vest
from your buzzing phone
just in time to stop you from drowning
say yes