I watched you take time

To play with partners

Instead of clean your room.

Like a gorgeous cat tossing a bird across the ground with silver wings.

You liked plucking

Gorgeous feathers. 🪶

By sitting across them at your dinner table

“I want you, I like you.” You’d say. Smile.

Smile like cheshire ready to start the game.

And they would welcome you into their homes. Likely, the homes were extravagant, and the car they brought you in, luxurious.

Because otherwise, your value would drop. But I think you thought: if I can leave this one

By the morning, I’m the coveted prize that won.

Your dark doe eyes and creamy tawny skin.

Always cutting your black hair before it got too long. It’d be easier to pull that way. Pull you back into their arms. But when you’re done you’re done.

We drew cute cartoons in the 24-hour Coffee X-Change. We drank sweet pink bubbly wine and celebrated our birthdays at my house or downtown. You said you’d be there at 8 but we did not fully embrace our adventures until 11 or 12. We stayed up and watched Handsmaids and hated on men. Carp for hours on the phone about how horrible people can be at work. I carried you back to the car when the police raided the sweaty, flashing house party. You’d cry that your boyfriend was heartless. I cried about a crush who rejected me. We had the same perspective on politics, people, and getting old. I thought that was rare and we were sisters for life.

You wanted to be a dentist, a clothes designer, a sugar baby?

I should have seen when your

Indecisive impulses that you turned on your prey

Would one day turn on me. I’d wish you the best but you don’t even know how to clean your fucking bedroom.