seems bout right

suddenly my huckleberry dream boy is in my grocery store in the neighborhood I grew up in, jokin about eggs with my best friend, with the dirtiest fingernails, and a dislocated shoulder sling, and the merriest attitude, and positive outlook, and sweet tender innocent goon tattered rags, and ernest desire to serve orphans and widows, and do well by others, and for some reason, he says I'm great, and gives me a hug, right there in front of the kefir, and I think maybe I could love him.