v. WISH
should I even ask you about last night's episode?
I ask her wearily. my friend looks up
from her book, her tired eyes are
hinting countless sleepless nights
but she mutters. "it was okay. I saw the last one too."
as her best friend, I probably should have known
that it wasn't tv watching that kept her up but I never saw her wrists
and her painful doodles didn't show.
my tv isn't working
she announces before I can say a word,
"Internet." I tell her and she looks at me
like I have said something absurd.
"god damnit," she mutters. even her words sound half dead,
"I'm sick of you bugging me
all the time."
I don't ask her about last night's episode
and she doesn't talk about why
she snapped at me.
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