Hello Tara says jamming her key into the lock she is pissed at me for being spacey What I say Knock knock anyone home I flinch like she slapped me I hate it when she makes fun of me for daydreaming I knew this was the right house for us I say when I saw the river at the end of the block Huh Tara says that’s not a river it’s a stream at best I stomp my feet It’s right out of a fairy tale can’t you just imagine a troll hiding underneath Tch Tara says you are so weird
I cross my arms stare at the garbage bag she left on the porch last night she kicks a cantaloupe rind it skitters off the porch lands with a thud somewhere in the dark Damn possums she says I almost tell her she’s the one who left the garbage bag on the porch made it possible for the possums to rip it open feast on our throw aw
