We each “have issues’”
as mom would say
some party too much
some cheat on their girlfriends
and mysteriously awake
to slashed tires.
some are morose
boiling bird skulls
for gruesome gothic art.
One girl just had yet another abortion
with her boyfriend
married boss.
We shower her with condoms
not judgement.
One girl with daddy issues
feels everything too much,
chain-smokes constantly,
and flat-out loathes
every inch of her body
that would be me.
Then there is Crystal,
my stunning auburn friend.
The dominant matriarch,
gifted at drawing,
whose greatest talent
is connecting people
creating togetherness.
She assumes I’m classy
when she hears running water
to cover the sound
when I puke pee.
She can’t know,
would make me
stop immediately make you fat.
She’s impressed
how much I read
always with an open
mystery novel
or magazine.
Crystal decides
I should take modeling
more seriously.
I’ve got potential
and she is great at
curating people.