The last time we ate takeout on your bed we watched old Hills episodes before Heidi’s plastic surgery What followed was a summer in which you got really into podcasts and I got really into the challenge of stomaching Buzzfeed stories on breast reductions leaving behind a limp sack of bruises and disembodied nipples repositioned with care after slurping the fat beneath them like melted butter off a hot knife We have a falling out and I can’t remember why but you initiate it Always hated how I look at you like I wished I looked like you and you won’t have it anymore You reimagine your bedroom as an open room for dancing with more room to laugh widely ear to ear through scars along the ribcage like two split lips that unzip the whole body to a wolf-belly grandma about to be saved
