running, pt.3
i’ve been working out while you’ve been in new york city, visiting your girlfriend, so when we start i suggest we run instead of walk. we both gained the freshman fifteen in college, so it’s a glorified walk we’ve been doing, the few times we’ve done this since the summer started. i take off like a shot when you agree. your whoa, girl shouldn’t get my heart racing like it does, but by the time we reach the agreed stopping place i’m much more out of breath than i should be.
when we get back to our street you double back for a second and stomp on a leaf a few times. i say, what? what are you doing? and you say, i like the crunchy leaves. i wasn’t going to step on it, but then i did and it crunched so i had to go back. i punch you in the arm, laughing. when i fix your phone you say, you are so awesome, becca and our fingers brush when i hand it back to you.
it’s been so long that i don’t even feel a tingle when you touch me. i’ve been at this for years. my skin knows how to deal with yours.
still, i wonder. is this just habit?
