i pulled up to the window that thursday night, wearing gloves in my car because of the freezing rain. just trying to quickly grab pizza for my family.
you answered the window, and you asked who the order was for.
asked as if you didn't know who I was. asked as if you didn't know my moms name.
acted like we didn't spend summer days laughing together. acted like we didn't text each other everyday for years.
acted like you hadn't gotten the order and cooked and packed the pizza thinking about how you used to be friends with her daughter.
and then i realized that you didn't want me to recognize. so i told you the name.
and you grabbed the pizza.
and said, "have a good night"
but you didn't really mean it.
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Poetryyou've probably stumbled upon this book in a matter of coincidence. this book is the most confusing, most randomly compiled thing to ever exist most likely. practically anything that i have purely and deeply thought, written, or felt, is in this boo...
