Monday, August 16th, 2010.

Gray-blue plaid, white hair, worn loafers, glasses and comfortable nerves.
He's skin thin white, crispy crunching brittle nails.
Long, two month's worth of matte pearl white.
I'm biting mine down, watching him.
He swipes one clean with his teeth, it rests,
a sliver moon on his navy khaki lap.