The Women Who Don't Text Back On Saturday Night


An environmentalist with the nose
of a poodle, who I knew since
middle school, ?that graduated college
a year early. ?
A diver who is five years my elder,?
that goes diving every weekend,?
with fingers the color and size?
of baby carrots.?
A hostess who is four years my junior,?
who walks on her heels with a back?
as hard as a cutting board.?
The waitress who hugged me
?by the waist ?and took
a deep breath, who I still
love, ?but she always had?
a boyfriend. ?? ???????

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