Making Friends

I make up a different favorite food every time. Trying to find the perfect food, so they’ll like me. I chose pizza last time, so they thought I was childish. So that’s why they never texted back. I might choose steak this time. I may have taken a while to respond… Glancing at my phone, then turning away quickly because they might look at me. But it’s a text! Texts can’t hurt me. But I do wonder… If they’re laughing at me. And bringing all their friends into the room. And they’re watching a cold screen, waiting for my next fumble. Waiting and waiting, and while they’re waiting they’re laughing anyway. Laughing at what I am thinking. As if they can see me. Chicken! That’s it, chicken is normal. That’s cool, mine is pizza! I was wrong. I delete their number.