Katherine called. Mark’s definitely much better from his heart attack, although he’s a bit quiet. I could hardly concentrate on anything she said; twice she asked if I was all right. All I could think about was Dan, and his intense blue eyes. I pretty much thought about Dan all day. Rosa-Leigh emailed me a poem by E. E. Cummings, who doesn’t like capital letters and punctuation. I’m not sure about someone who doesn’t use capital letters. I don’t know; I’m weird like that: I like sentences to look neat. I’d never tell anyone that at school, not in a million years, but it’s true. Anyway, I read the poem, and I swear it’s about me and Dan. Here’s the end of the poem. …but i should rather than anything have(almost when hugeness will shut quietly)almost, your kiss I had to read it more than once. It’s true about hugeness shutting quietly. Kissing Dan was the only time I haven’t thought about Emily in forever. And I know I should feel bad about that but I don’t.
