My friend wears long socks shined shoes
She writes poems of her sadness,
Bouncing her leg beneath a creaking wooden table
She tells me she stopped eating meat
Because she adores animals
And that her weekend charity drive
Has been a success
She beckons me to sit with her,
I tell her my secrets and she keeps my spirit
I adore her the way nuns adore the Virgin Mary
The soft of her hair and the sweet of her laugh
There is something so holy
In the bonds of young girls

Written September 2022

Take me back.

Take me home.