she caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle on screen doors and would fly up whenever you bang the door open again. She spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a woman who went blind, because she looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it, and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it. Her vocabulary was, as bad, as, like, whatever. Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the center. We had never met, we were like two hummingbirds who had also never met, and I miss her already.

Original music by Deadmau5 (or Joel Zimmerman)