you know, trees probably do have rumps somewhere under there

This is about my best buddies from school. When (if) they read it, it'll make sense. Many inside jokes. Or just inside things that aren't very funny. You know what I mean.


a circle of
crossed legs and
binders against
chicken
nuggets
near afro men
to Ben & Jerry's
the
tree hugger-
who transposes Beatles
songs
conned by the Amish
a manic
blonde problem
child, by some definition-
hair resting on
my shoulder,
my sister
I never had
and
a rhyming girl,
who can’t conclude
rhythm and
misses lines
who still thinks
maybe things will work
when her flesh
her blood knows
it won’t
and they
tell
her
so
but in the end
laugh when the
wall hermit
pounds back


(c) Caitlin C.

ps- read the part about you-know-who (and I don't mean Voldemort) in the previous post!