despite the hooded sweatshirt dreams
and the things we don't talk about
I want to glare at you
I want you to hear your own pride coming
out of your mouth.
I want to drink you like a coke,
and make you forget who you are because
dangit
my eyes hurt by now Gina.
We're so old, Gina.
Shut up Gina.

despite the mounds of sleeping bags
from when we were camping
when you were smoking and drinking
camp beer,
I remember a time when you weren't so crushed.
You had that long brown hair,
and I wanted to write on you like paper.
Gina, you're an idiot.

despite the time you dropped my phone in the sink
while you were washing your hair,
I still loved you. Dang it.
You broke your foot, and I brought you a hamburger
because we were
fat kids that day.
Gina, what's your problem?