i wonder if you've written about my hoop earrings yet
by mara-siegel
i always came over wearing silver and black
and you always wore something purple and insisted it be noticed
even if it wasn't noticeable
but i didn't care.
i used to date boys who cried wolf and kissed poorly
blowjobs in dugouts
high holiday hook ups and lackluster dates
but i don't care.
you bruised my pubic bone
and ego
and surprisingly, my heart
but i hardly care.
or, at least, that's what i keep insisting.