Plastic Boy

WARNING:  To avoid danger of suffocation,
keep this bag boy away from babies and children me.
This bag boy is not a toy.

I've never kissed anyone.
But I've baked a salted caramel cupcake for you.
I've mumbled my wardrobe secrets to you.
I've made cafeteria dinner plans with you.

You're the only one I look for when I turn around in my seat,
and I will stare into everyone's eyes
just to make sure they aren't you.

I will watch your back
as you walk away,
and my friend will see me,
put her hand on my arm and say,
Oh, David.

At night, when you are
a hundred miles away,
I will lie on the dock by the lake,
waiting for you to lie with me and stargaze
into my eyes.

I will crawl into you and
you will swallow me up
until you're all I see
and all I feel.
Until the only air I breathe
is my own.

I've kissed your lips
a hundred times.  And each time,
you like it.

Three Thoughts

God has granted me at least a couple of mental health years.

He knows I need them.

Perhaps the worst part is the scrambling for what I want to do.

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I really, really enjoyed my Alternative Spring Break.  Immigration is such a complex and fascinating issue, and will always have a place in my heart now.

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The trip made me wonder again if I hold "diversity" up too high, or if I am actually justifiably tired of constantly hanging around other Asian-Americans.