you said, can i add you to my call?
with my friend kiley.
she's really funny.
i said, sure.
i wanted to be alone with you.
i wanted to be pretty for you and only you.
kiley talked about people i didn't know.
her guitar was too loud.
kiley left to go shower.
now i'm alone with you.
we talk about how we miss band season.
i talk about winter guard and you talk about indoor drum line.
you play tenors. you must have those drummer hands.
i talk about how hawaii wasn't fun and you listen
i tell you about israel and georgia bread and masada and how the dead sea stinks and how the kids at the keshet school thought we were so cool.
you listened.
i say, it's almost 2 am
you say, i should go to bed
we do the thing where you awkwardly say things until it gets to okay, goodnight
you text me that i'm so cute.
it gives me butterflies.
i want more butterflies.
i want to give them flowers and sugar water and then take careful care of them until they won't flutter anymore
and then i will pin them and frame them in my jar of important things.
march 24
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Everything left to complain about (stopped) (go read my other poem book)
PoetryPoems and strings of words that don't qualify as poems, from all four years of high school until the summer after freshman year of college. My recent works and anything I continue to write can be found in my new poem book, "Open your hands and say s...
