The Girl Nobody Likes
Stacy worked for my dad
in a summer of love songs on cassettes
and Judy Blume coming-of-age stories
Stacy flipped her golden brown curls
Stacy reapplied lavender lipstick
Stacy smiled for the camera
displaying straight white teeth
Stacy scooped ice cream
with small but hardy hands
Stacy laughed at the ketchup faces
I drew on hamburger patties
I was the student government historian
with braces and thick spectacles
appointed by the teacher
not the votes of my peers
Years later Stacy became a bank teller
I'm no longer the girl nobody likes
Summer Remedies
My love is a snow cone
to my parched tongue
cold, tangy, rainbow-colored juice
kaleidoscopic soul
a pair of flip-flops
on the sandy shore
softness to my blistered feet
a top-down convertible
cruising in the breeze
whose wheel I hold
in my once empty hands
the blazing heat
and all its remedies
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