She knows me a like a rain resistant skirt or a fabulist prose poem. Her red hair mop full of sprig and twinkle. We speak the same leaps and jumps, miss the off ramp simultaneously. Dirty adventure time and crying open all night meals. Her Dr. Martens shine her noisy freckle on at midnight cinema, a no frack laughter girl from high end snow and quiet: all confidence bod and megaphone glint. President of always dangerous and after school t shirt club but I never want her to get the fuck out. Never slap her perfect brain that flashes never seen before jelly bean flavors. I’ll listen for her like I listen for a comet every nine years: no school: just raucous, infinite universe, us time.