What's Everyone Thinking

My Lunch Table Now

I have made new friends. 

All guys. 

One is tall with a 

crooked smile, 

off-balance and 

uncertain, yet 

he treats me 

with kindness, 

is always there 

when I need him. 

He tells me to be 

like the Fonz, 

who is cool. 

I am not cool. 

One is my height 

and quieter. 

He reminds me of 

water, in the sense 

of he's refreshing. 

His eyes are the 

exact same color 

of sunlight. 

He claims to be 

depressed and 

I try to make 

him smile. 

He has done 

at least that 

for me. 

One is a little 

taller than me. 

Has a chiseled jaw 

and other features 

I've started to ignore. 

He fidgets a lot 

and occasionally 

glances over 

at me to see, maybe, 

that I'm paying attention. 

He is probably the one 

person I know who is 

smarter than I am. 

He knows everything 

and can do anything, 

probably, hence the 

superhero nickname. 

He hates it, which is 

ironic. 

Sometimes I don't 

feel like I fit among them. 

They are so tight together 

but somehow they take the 

tangled words that dribble 

down my chin and comprehend 

them and make me feel welcome. 

The tall one feels like an older brother. 

The one that's my height feels like a close friend. 

The one who is slightly taller feels like a cousin. 

Thanks, guys.