I never got to finish translating.
I was instantly distracted by
in the hall. He was walking
with someone who might have been a senior
or a pothead.
The guy had long hair streaked with purple,
unwashed, so it was beginning to turn
They stopped talking
(I never got to hear the conversation
over the crumple of shoving my
translation into my backpack.)
when Gary saw me.
The purple-haired guy seemed to disappear.
Gary looked so funny
I couldn’t help but smile.
It was something about his face,
maybe the way he raised one eyebrow
and his forehead wrinkled up.