Angelica Tao Poet Free verse

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.

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