friend forty.

November 19, 2011 at 5:00 am 2 comments

like many of us, when i was in high school and college, i wrote wretchedly bad poetry. my freshman year of college, i tried to get into a much-coveted poetry class with a poem about the chipped silver nailpolish of the girl i had a crush on and a statement of purpose about how i never edited anything. i didn’t get in. friend forty, funnily enough, was the person who had to tell me the news. before that, i think our friendship potential had been quite high, but after that, even though it hadn’t been her decision, i think i got a little distant. which is sad, because this smart girl with a sweet demeanor and smile and actual poetry talent would probably have been a lot of fun to hang out with.

perhaps i have the chance again. we recently ran into each other (she was with friend twenty-nine) at the sfmoma cafe, and made all of those “let’s be facebook friends and really hang out” hopes and promises. i hope it can work out.


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friend thirty-seven. oh my stars.

2 Comments Add your own

  • 1. kvennarad  |  November 19, 2011 at 5:50 am

    I could not even begin to cope with 572!

    Marie Marshall

    • 2. cubbie  |  November 27, 2011 at 8:41 pm

      i dunno. it’s weird when i say it out loud, and it is interesting to be theoretically friends with so many people when so much of it is based on potential… but i like it.


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