right as we were having a moment
getting closer.
I don’t know why I’m like this.
I texted Lyric about
five apologies yesterday
after she told me off
but no response.
When I walk up to Lyric’s locker
Kiana is already there
one hand holding a coffee carrier
with two steaming cups of joe
and the other hand texting fast.
Kiana doesn’t see me slide up
whoever she is talking to
making her whole face
go soft and full of honey.
I pull out my EarPods
which are blasting “Tis the Season”
Big Freedia trying to hype me up
for the day.
Who is that? Your boo?
I say, waggling my eyebrows.
Kiana’s eyes snap up to meet mine
What? No—she says a little too quickly
rushing to put her phone away.
It’s my friend Holden.
He’s like… like a cousin.
He’s coming to visit me soon.
You’ll meet him at Winter Formal.
Right. Winter Formal,
