2011 04 21

my dearest pink eyed girl,

i had been transporting all over (los angeles?) all day long - koa king, 
sandman, a bridge over a canal. i don't know where most of those places were; 
i'd never been there before. i was riding my loaner bike through a park, 
tupperware of soup strapped to the back, and decided to stop and see what the 
dolphin research center was all about. 

i came in and saw there was a movie playing, but no dolphins at the moment. i 
paid my ticket and took a seat in the very back row in the corner. there was 
this obnoxious platinum blonde girl sitting upside down in her seat, staring at 
the floor. she wasn't paying any attention to the movie at all, which was some 
kind of animation with classical music and a score you could follow along with. 
as i sat down i brushed the clammy arm laying across the armrest next to me. she 
glanced up and testily jerked it away. whatever. i watched the movie a little 
bit, and discovered i had nodded off. i must have gotten sunburnt.

when i opened my eyes i found that there was a blanket over the both of us. you 
were watching the movie now, and still no dolphins anywhere. just summer camp 
kids and an empty pool. 

"were you sleeeping?" you teased. 

"maybe." i grinned. 

"hi, i'm callista. on tattoo? i'm looking for wolfie."

"uh, okay."

i tried to follow along with the music score, pushing buttons on my seat control 
like they were the keys of a clarinet. 

"i thought it was crap earlier, but the music's not bad now."

"a little frantic now i think." you snuggled closer, eyes fixed on the movie 
screen. i could feel your body through the thin sheet. your heart beat must have 
been over 120. you looked right at me with your soft pink eyes. eyes the color 
of guava juice, streaks of green around the edge of the iris, and glossy with 
tears.

"i'm looking, okay?" you sobbed.

i woke up. 


hey remember my name?
callista.