Two Pretty Best Friends Ariel Li

Fowl Friendship

It’s pretty cold out here and i’ve lost feeling in my fingers and you are too preoccupied on your phone to care, and i should have brought gloves and a coat like my mother told me to, countless times, and i never just listen to anyone anymore, which is probably a problem for another day and i keep avoiding conversations, and overhead the clouds keep moving but it’s a dismal day and too windy for anyone to have fun out here, i start picking at a scab, oops it starts to bleed, i hold my hand to my mouth to try to stop the blood, it tastes kind of like metal for some reason, and i wonder who you are texting, am i really that bad company that you need another when i’m right here, there’s no point…has it really been that long since we last met…the grass is dead and dry and tired but perfect for braiding, there’s a nice long strand over there, i’m going to make a bracelet because my phone is dead, i love making for the friends i don’t have but my fingers are too clumsy and they are numb as i fumble with the grass, and i wonder if you notice that i’ve noticed that you have switched to being on that game you always played…nice a new highscore…and i want to reach out to you and say something, and it’s not that i’m intimidated but there’s also the problem of how you’d react and breaking the silence is going to be pretty awkward because i don’t think you really even cared about seeing me in the first place so why did we even meet up on this perfectly dismal day where i could have been doing anything but this, and geese land on the field, i’m still under the tree, honk honk i don’t mind their chatter that much, and it’s starting to drizzle and you haven’t given the slightest indication of wanting to go inside, but who am i to say anything, i’ll just stuff my hands into my pockets, wait for you, and sit in this drowning silence watching the geese fly away.