was 12 and I was 18.
She asked if she could put a note
on the field worker's bed,
presenting crayoned page:
"I like you. I want you to like me."
Shrugged. Not my beeswax.
Apparently that was lick
and authoritative permission.
Whoops. Ass-sling.
She gave me a goodbye penny
swore us "forever friends".
Parting softens with something to hold.
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