i am 13 again 

beads scattered on the carpet

friendship bracelets reaffirming what i had let go

what i had distanced myself from

i am 10 again

we’re at summer camp

the boy you like runs by as we split a snack

we exchange giddy looks

an exuberant laugh forces its way through my lips

blissfully unaware

i am 8 again 

we’re mermaids with chlorine-soaked braids

nothing is more important 

we reluctantly reapply our sunscreen 

these moments morph into decades 

but our divine feminine friendship never ceases 

i hurt, i bleed, i purge

but i see you and i am her again 

watered down juice boxes and dirt-stained gymboree shorts

taylor swift singalongs and photo booth strips with crooked teeth smiles 

that girl is still in me 

and i see her so clearly when i’m with you

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Katie is a Media & Communication and Political Science double major in the class of 2024. When she's not working on the paper you can find her blasting Taylor Swift, reading Jane Austen, or crying over Little Women (2019).


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