Friends, 1991 (2013) Shaindel Beers After Ken Fontenot We were desperate sex in girls' bodies. We were girls mothers warned sons about. We were handcuffed together to a bed at a party. Sent home together in a cab from a field trip. We were barns burning for anyone's love. We were lonely walks to the cemetery & talking to graves. Blowjobs behind tombstones. Always hoping to get caught. Always dreaming of escape. We were talks on the hood of a car. Dreaming up early dramatic deaths. Scared shitless of ending up pregnant or poor or fat or all three. We were kearning to drive a stick shift on gravel roads while eating ice cream. Flirting for freebies from sweat- nervous boys at restaurants. We couldn't have lived any different. We couldn't have saved one another. We were just trying to survive the only way we knew how. -- p2: defenestrate --

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