and I spend so much time
together. We rise like a flower in the morning
and shower. Sing of butterfly wings
and what this day could bring. Could it be

something new, like Cinderella’s shoe? Sometimes
we argue about our forsakenness. And my friend
loneliness hits me over the head with this. She says
“you got me” why do you need anyone else? I tell her

sometimes it’s nice to step outside myself. Then she pours
me a long cool drink so I don’t think of anything
she has to say. I wash it down with a frown and think
tomorrow’ll be a better day.