Writing

We didn't know the guy 

in the truck 

who's that guy? 

my sister asked, 

and I wondered if city people 

expected to know everyone 

they saw around town. 

A mini opinionated rant/essay of the new, popular phrase of Gen Z: "I love whatever is wrong with you." 

You’re my best friend

You’re always there for me

You support me constantly 

And understand

In ways no one else could

We met in 8th grade

Introduced by a mutual friend

Whom we now both despise

Content Warning: This details my experience during a school lockdown that we presumed at the time to be an active shooter (it was not). There is no actual violence in this; there is only the dread of not knowing.

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Ice caps are melting,

According to the news,

Which I’ve stopped reading,

Because I don’t want to hear about the

Melting ice

Underneath the polar bears feet,

Not when I see enough

I miss her.

I miss her smile.
The way she giggled.
The way she told me she loved me,
even if it was only as a friend.

The way she hugged me every time she saw me.