A Poetry Contest Said to Write About Friendship
she's a real bad bitch
my best friend gave up her virginity for lent
freshman year of college
decided over dorm food and diet coke
she wore camo cargos
with lingerie
flies planes
and when men ask her to speak to the captain
she says
I. AM.
SHE. IS.
my steel-toed vagina
pure
heroine
with her hello kitty grilled cheese press
-dorm room fire hazard-
and that easy laugh with a slight
southern drawl
from down there in Illinois
where men fall asleep in their pancakes
at dingy diner countertops we frequent
on spontaneous road trips
It's been 18 years
our friendship
still as pure as we were
when
over gnocchi and soggy burgers
we blossomed
into
women
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Cali Loria
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