Just Friends

We are almost twenty-two, and
you're no longer my lanky best friend
or my protective "big brother."

Your lean body eases through the fence, and
your feet sink into the snow.
Your hand reaches back, seeking mine.

The lights at Oakwood Park have long since gone to bed,
as we should have.

Thudding hard through our t-shirts,
our sweatshirts,
our coats,

I can feel your heart.
Or maybe it’s mine.

Your lips tickle my neck.
It was the only time you kissed me.

Your girlfriend wouldn’t have liked that.

But we're just friends.
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...I think I'll post a few more as the days progress. These are old (but original), circa fall 2008.

A Quick Capture

I am a sister; I defend and love.
I am a daughter; I misbehave just enough to make my folks laugh.
I am a granddaughter; I travel, charm, hug, and laugh.
I am a girl friend; I bake cookies and roughhouse.

I am a libertarian; I like my money and my freedoms.
I am a Mac-user; I pretend to be elitist.

I am a photographer; I see the world through my camera lens.
I am a journalist; I ask too many questions.
I am a copy editor; I cringe because of poor syntax.

I am a sports fan; I live and die (and cry) with my teams.
I am an athlete; I sweat for fun.

I am a bibliophile; I never stop reading.

I am a tailgater; I drink before noon.
I am a college student; I make bad decisions and attempt to chart my life.