Cheek-y kiss, and in between

I roll with full-grown men on weekdays though I’m not sure I count myself among them just yet. By day, I work at an “AI tech company”. How fancy and sophisticated huh? But come Friday night, I’m back to being a boy with a crush, hoping quietly, clumsily that the feeling’s mutual. 

Toggling between multiple Carters rubbing at my wrists and forearms. One fights limbs that try to press and pull in just the right way. Another shakes hands with businessmen and women, practiced. And the last? He embraces every limb she offers.

Versions of myself that don’t always match, but somehow still form someone whole.