Bonaduces Montgomery
I don't know much about your friends, but I know mine
quite well. I know the way she wears her pockets. I know
what's inside. Me and Rachel at the prom with matching
shoes and matching dresses. We dance toe to toe. We dance
together in the kitchen beside the plastic trays and
through the hallways. Her wrists thin like razor blades.
Her shadow cuts me. The candlelight starts to fade. Her
thin wrists touch me. I don't know much about your
friend, but she tells me stories now. She tells me about
the space inside her window. She tells me where she
hides. Me and Rachel on the lawn, our legs bone white and
stretched out. We roll out shoulder blades around. Ribs
crawl up our sides. We drink cold tea and then she holds
me. chorus.
