Jaime Speed |
The friendship bracelet
like goodbad
or was it badgood
or laugh our ribs
into toughness
C’s mom doles out cans of Sprite
but our fridge’s stocked
with Choose Up & stirred
iced tea, pickled eggs shelled
in tinfoil
or run the grain
elevator’s wingspan
cut like the sideways wind
hands cupping each other’s hands
wrists jangling
mom makes vareniki
with schmaundt fat & strawberries
but C stirs it into glop on the plate
says her grandmother doesn’t make perogies
like this
10 year olds armed with Nerf guns
stick em up
C’s mom writes us off
a note & we saunter cool, trying
to look careless walking back into town
with her cigarettes
& our scuffed knees
we learn how to hide
our crop tops under layers
of safekeeping
the little blue ones fill
our tummies with warm heart
beats swallowed whole
like seeds
some friendships have a touch
of magic
hiding in bathroom stalls
during recess
the sign for $1.99
fresh blueberries
on the edge of town
splintered wood
or night snack we rummage
mom’s cabinet & pantry for the secret
telling nights of who falls
asleep first
who leads
the prayer
I like her cold wrists, the best friend
& medic alert bracelets
hallmarks of her bravery, insistent
as church bells are
counting on a lifetime
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