Writing

I woke up just like any other day. Get up, get dressed, go to school. It was all normal up until recess. I was on the swing set the first time I saw him. A shadow of a figure that looked. . . like me?

Still light, yellow. Temples faced at the sky, the church of recollection echoes with ‘Old Florida’ shrimp spices. Gasoline and salty motorcycles revv by with the pattern of pulse in my neck.

Having a best friend is like

you know all their deepest secrets

but will forget their favorite color.

We go for calculus before algebra

before we even know it since

every bff relationship is an even,

We didn't do what was possible in our work, we broke everything every time we changed the world anew.

     i. March 10th, 2020. Spring break. I was eight.

 “Mommy, what’s Covid?” I asked curiously.

“Oh, sweetie, that’s nothing to worry about.” She replied.

She upsets me

Her face

The way she laughs

The way she talks

She's like the piece of hair

That is never in the right place

Why does she even wear that

Why does she look like that

Looking at her