04-09-2024, 03:13 PM
Day 1.
She was dazzlingly lovely like a fairy queen
too cool for a catastrophe like me
with her matching yellow dorm room decor
coordinated outfits and and long golden hair.
Day 2.
I had already been adopted, but when she said
more curse words in one hour than I had heard
in all the years of my life before as she cried
on the phone to her ex, I became a convert.
Day 3.
We danced in a puddle in a parking lot in the rain
then ran laughing, soaked-to-the-bone to our room.
From that day we were kin. Two fairytale believers
with one goal: to find magic in ordinary things.
Day 8,000 (ish)
She texts from one thousand and five miles away,
“I miss sitting in silence with you.”
I miss it too.
She was dazzlingly lovely like a fairy queen
too cool for a catastrophe like me
with her matching yellow dorm room decor
coordinated outfits and and long golden hair.
Day 2.
I had already been adopted, but when she said
more curse words in one hour than I had heard
in all the years of my life before as she cried
on the phone to her ex, I became a convert.
Day 3.
We danced in a puddle in a parking lot in the rain
then ran laughing, soaked-to-the-bone to our room.
From that day we were kin. Two fairytale believers
with one goal: to find magic in ordinary things.
Day 8,000 (ish)
She texts from one thousand and five miles away,
“I miss sitting in silence with you.”
I miss it too.
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara