we were cut from the same kind of cloth but hers was more finely woven more intricately patterned more vibrantly hued more durably built
she talked like a retrieving dog running a wild horse galloping a lion chasing quick, with aim never wanting to stop
I talked like a hippo out of water walking slowly treading gingerly wanting desperately to be back in the pond
she wears, they all wear little jewels of knowledge I never got a chance to acquire when I hear them talk a sophisticated necklace I can do nothing but admire and wish I could add just a seed bead
but I can still listen paint pictures of the jewels in my head find ways to cope attempt to conceal my unfortunate ignorance and hopeless stupidity
they always sew dresses with her cloth who can blame them her cloth is better than mine in every aspect if only mine were entirely different so there was no comparison to be made
but I can still look enjoy the dresses I can’t get away from them so I may as well think of it as a thing of beauty as a thing of unmatched refinement
I am not blind to her troubles but she can sing them out talk them out write them out while mine are trapped in a bottle of questions and worries a bottle of bitter soda bubbling upward
no, I am being selfish I can see that she is still pained I can hear it from the back table even the most arrogant, insufferable, condescending specimen in the table has helped more than I have
I guess it is just tormenting to see you and your comrades and your beaded braids dart down the corridor to the lockers you share no, I’m being stupid it’s not like I said anything edifying or anything for that matter
what am I even saying I don’t want to be a nuisance I guess what I wanted to say was go ahead keep on talking I don’t want to hear what I had to say either