it’s 3 a.m. and i’m not usually up this late
but i just remembered the landline of my childhood best friend.
her heart belongs to women now
and sometimes i wish she could like me that way too
but then i remember she taught me how to swear when we were ten
under the shade of wizened playground saplings
and whisper to the sky with our tawdry tongues
while summer children melted
into prepubescent ice-cream drops.
she turned into a mermaid in my very own backyard--
all chlorine tail and pool-noodle trident--
and made me her make-believe partner in crime
until the sun went down
on our sticky-seaweed heads.
so i think for those reasons she loved me instead
and isn’t that better after all?
when i wake up in the morning i’m going to see this
and have a laugh at my own mawkish wit
but right now it’s 3 a.m.
and i just remembered the landline of my childhood best friend.
received her BA in English from Dominican University last May and is currently pursuing an MA in English from Loyola University Chicago. As a writer, she has published creative and journalistic work within and outside an academic setting; her fiction and poetry has been featured in Dominican's literary magazine, Stella Veritatis, as well as eight independent literary magazines.