I sit in a Pokémon center
it's five a.m.
and I need to talk to Nurse Joy.
I want to know.
If she's seen
"A black haired, tan boy, with
the most beautiful,
innocent
eyes
and a Pikachu
who are both in love with life."
I lurch to the counter
she smiles
I ask her my question
she shakes her head
I walk away,
bag on my back,
ready for another day of bitter
sun on my face and
the stupid hotness
that comes with it.
"Wait!"
I swirl around.
"My cousin, she was telling me about a boy
just like that.
Try Seafolk Village.
On Poni Island."
I am almost
crying as I thank her.
Too much,
all at once.
I'm giggling and
suddenly I don't feel
like a cup of black coffee,
uneeded on a summer day.