I had a best friend. Had

him when I wore the lowercase shoes


from the uppercase emporium. Had

him when I was the small-fry pea


in the weighty peapod. I stole

his popping candies and paper hearts. Stole


treats from his purple lunchbox. I even stole

his hideous scarf with pompoms I knew he insisted


on wearing his first day to school. I stole

his narcissist girlfriend’s text. I stole


his GunsN’Roses jacket. I stole

his anger, swiped it with nonsense laughter


when his parents fought. I stole his everything.

His tears. His smile. His soul. Him.


But I have nothing now. He stole

everything back and more.


My tears. My smile. My soul. Me



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