sun dried depression & other magic tricks | poetry

7| blythe baird

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the kindest thing she almost did: part one

it was the year we woke up holding like otters do. she mentions that id look cute with the gap so I stopped wearing my retainer altogether. when she tells me that she loved me and that she has a lying problem on the same day. i know i am completely and utterly fucked. She makes me watch Star Wars with her and she doesn't even watch it. she watches me watching it to make sure im reacting properly. i read her daily horoscope to her while she gets ready even though she doesn't believe in it she still tries to act interested in astrology and all the other hippy-dippy trippy shit that i believe in but can't prove. i fall in love with her quickly the way she wanted me to. all skin and poem and diet coke listening to regina spektor on her bed while she calls me baby girl and playes with my hair. when i find a boy's hair in the rough pages of her poems. i pretend not to . when i asked her what she loved about him she says i know this is bad but he was so terrible to me that i never ran out of things to write about .

i wonder if she wants a writing prompt or a lover.

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