<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374860" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Skokie Theater</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twelve years old and lovesick, bumbling<br>and terrified for the first time in my life,<br>but strangely hopeful, too, and stunned,<br>definitely stunned—I wanted to cry,<br>I almost started to sob when Chris Klein<br>actually touched me—oh God—below the belt<br>in the back row of the Skokie Theatre. <br>Our knees bumped helplessly, our mouths<br>were glued together like flypaper, our lips<br>were grinding in a hysterical grimace<br>while the most handsome man in the world<br>twitched his hips on the flickering screen<br>and the girls began to scream in the dark.<br>I didn’t know one thing about the body yet,<br>about the deep foam filling my bones,<br>but I wanted to cry out in desolation<br>when she touched me again, when the lights<br>flooded in the crowded theatre<br>and the other kids started to file<br>into the narrow aisle, into a lobby<br>of faded purple splendor, into the last<br>Saturday in August before she moved away.<br>I never wanted to move again, but suddenly<br>we were being lifted toward the sidewalk<br>in a crush of bodies, blinking, shy,<br>unprepared for the ringing familiar voices<br>and the harsh glare of sunlight, the brightness<br>of an afternoon that left us gripping<br>each other’s hands, trembling and changed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edward+Hirsch">Edward Hirsch</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374860" data-title="The Skokie Theater de Edward Hirsch" data-description="Twelve years old and lovesick, bumbling and terrified for the first time in my life, but strangely hopeful, too, and stunned, definitely stunned—I wanted to cry, I almost started to sob when Chris Klein actually touched me—oh God—below the b..."></div> </div> </div>

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