A beloved friend
has never left my side
even when my side got unbearably prickly and sharp.
I pushed over towers
and stood while they fell around me.
She helped me pick
through the rubble
and learn to forgive myself.
A friend I traveled across the globe with
we spend a weekend away and
cover ourselves with dirt,
but only after we hit a tree 20 times with a stick.
One long-loved friend looks at me with wide blue eyes
and knows parts of me better than anyone else.
She also knows words
and uses them
early and often.
A corgi and a dinosaur
walk arm-in-arm with me, the monkey–
the most uncommon of friendships.
Our hearts pay no mind to our mismatched facades
as we pass a fluorescent obelisk
rising out of the desert floor.
To another friend, order and discipline
are second nature.
She keeps small piles of my abandoned belongings
always to be returned to me promptly.
One friend covers herself in rainbows
and teaches me how to let go.
And yet another gives me hope with feathers.
I wake from nightmares
Afraid I’ve said too much
or not enough.
How does one small flower find a way to
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