It's been months since I've seen my friend
He's good
Unemployed
He talks a lot in the car because he is unemployed
And he doesn't want me to judge him for it
So he feels he has to explain

It's OK
I'm still borrowing too

At his place we sit
And I drink water because he doesn't have anything stronger
Unless
You count
Almond Milk
I sit with my legs extended on one section of the couch
He sits with his legs extended on another section of the couch
He takes out his sketch pad and starts drawing me
I talk

I talk about my life and try and make it sound
Good
Or like everything is progressing naturally
I try and fit everything into the right place
Where it should be
Or I think it should
Or where it was supposed to be when we were in school together
It's all old silverware
In new cabinets

He finishes the sketch
It doesn't look anything like me
My lips are four sizes too big
I look crumpled somehow

But I tell him it's good anyway
Because he is my friend
And it would be a good drawing if it was of someone else
but it's not a good one of me