I feel like we're the only ones left here.
Your friend is on the floor, black-nyloned
Legs spilling into acute angles. Heels off,
Laughing at how fast she fell backwards.
Other than yelling, all I could say was that
I love you very much, and we all laughed
At that too.
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 9:33 AM UTC
I feel like we're the only ones left here.
Your friend is on the floor, black-nyloned
Legs spilling into acute angles. Heels off,
Laughing at how fast she fell backwards.
Other than yelling, all I could say was that
I love you very much, and we all laughed
At that too.
