My best friend Samantha
and my Jonathan
are now an official “going together” couple.
I’m happy for them really
just a little embarrassed
that one time I misunderstand and think
we’re all heading to the mall
to hang out
after church,
but it’s actually a
date-sort-of-thing of just them.
Perfect together,
a flawless matched set
with their good grades
and big brains. Unbroken families,
every version of success
bursting out
of their shiny clean asses.
I’m happy for them. Really.