i’d leave the bags of clothing on the floor

every shirt stuffed and rolled

if that meant you were going to unpack them.


you told me i have a “heart of a doctor.”

you tell me how i heal, and drop everything to make sure everyone knows how to discard fears and eliminate that rage that builds up when she does this, and other girls ask why she did that?

i find myself trying to block out noise in my head

because all i can hear are the songs we listened to together on the radio

in that all-too-brief moment where i was all right with the world

and i threw my head back and laughed like we used to do.

when we were younger and we’d walk around the shopping mall to get closer

to all of the lights


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