Friends

That lady said, “toot” and we were twelve again. Rolling on our backs, you know, me and you we swim in laughter until the water’s been splashed out of the pool. “Toot!” Got to dry off a leg but let’s be careful we don’t lose our skin. I’ve seen you so many ways, wanting so many things, trying so many ‘try’s, sniffing so many hours of the night because me and you, baby, we got something to talk about, something to say, something to work out. There’s a rhythm of our cackle that falls in line. Bum bumm ba bumm pa paam pumpaaa bum. It’s jazz and it’s purist and there’s no way to learn it unless you live it. I wonder what you want for yourself, deep inside your heart? I sleep with a hope that you know this for yourself. You know something, can I tell you something?  I don’t tell you to fix your frizzy hair because, darling your frizzy is life living itself in its chaotic, original form. Sister, did you see my belly heave in and out when you took a breath to make your joke. Could you even believe, can you even know, the joke has already landed before you opened your mouth. You belong to your life, and I to mine but remember when we saw the sun rise? Remember when we called in the sub? Do you still love me the way I love you?