really want to talk
to her, or anyone.
So much for gold
flecks. I’m black coffee.
I SHOULDN’T HAVE WORRIED
About not feeling like talking.
Cherie can talk enough for
both of us. And she does.
Guess what? Billy Burke
asked me to Homecoming.
“Great,” I say, even though
I think Billy is disgusting.
Why would she want to go
out with that loser, anyway?
Coffee. Coffee. Coffee.
Wanna help me shop for
my dress? I’m thinking blue,
or maybe green, but I’m not sure.
Is blue the wrong color for
fall? Because all I’m seeing
in magazines is, like, plum and
apricot and that custard yellow….
She goes on and on about
fashion, all the way to Ms. Carol’s
classroom. I nod and smile
and do my very best to
conjure up toffee.
WHEN WE WALK THROUGH THE DOOR
I really hope I’ve managed
to glom onto a few gold flecks