Our friendship would have started with Mister.
Cats know cat ladies.
We would chat so late
my teeth would feel fuzzy from all the chocolate
We would swap leather duster for denim jacket,
stretch our cheeks pink.
I would show him how to flirt
but grow distant when he
I would reprimand him.
He would disappear
and I would wait for his letters
spattered with coffee and what I hope is rust.
Even after his letters no longer filled shoe boxes,
I would still send him the Christmas present of Crystaderm
and a graphic print tee.