Popcorn

We ate a pint of Ben and Jerry's

together

in the back of your mom's car

that's what friends are

for

and then we skied

when the sun set

and the stars rose

and

In dirt roads 

the way you bounce in your seat 

and smile at the mud 

coated tires 

coated legs 

coated boots 

while everyone complains that it's not 

summer. 

Mrs. Craywood

her curls needed cutting

instead she dyed them black

she could have washed her face

but she brushed on dark eye shadow

to hide her eyes

she used to think they were

pretty.

We'll lie on the floor 

You're wearing the yellow hat I gave you

I'm wearing pajamas

We'll facetime and pretend 

We're not just like them 

We're not 

Are we