The girl from reparation scheme,
I see her in school.
My heart rat-rat-rattles.
Does she see me?
We never speaking to each other.
Today is day we do?
I put loose books in bag,
hide behind locker row.
I watch.
Imagine.
Dream.
She’s never said
hello.
Good morning.
How are you?
But I swearing my heart is in her mouth
when I seeing her.
I dreaming of chat introduction:
‘Hi, my name’s Nicu.’
‘Nicu, that’s a cool name.’
‘You thinking?’
‘Totally.’
I’d like to have the cool name.
Me,
Nicu,
the boy with the cool name.