tickle me
she dared and the light hit
her lips just like in our dreams
where her hair was up
and her guard was down and she
laughed as wide as our arms could
reach when we hooked them together
and held out our palms
we promised we would
nodding fervently because all we ever
wanted to do was please because gold
stars are better than exes and they twinkle
like her fingers and her studded toes that
she got done before her party on friday
that we only got to hear about afterwards
but it was okay because in sharing it was as if
we were there even if we were actually too busy
tallying up the ways to be on her good side
and the tricks to make her laugh
to go
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