Snow dams around the edges of the frozen rink.
Susan holding court in her shining frozen kingdom.
Unavoidable dangerous navigation.
Smiling, jackals smelling of lip gloss and hair spray.
She’s jealous of the moonboots and gives me the
cold shoulder for two days.
Everyone hangs on every word she says.
I wish I was her.
Long for hair that flipps like Farah Fawcett’s.
Inky black, emerald green, poppy red and golden yellow,
new white wooly coat pulled from an HBC paper bag.
Given with love, received gratefully.
Just wait until she sees.
“You have an old lady coat!”
Tears well up.
I look at my feet and eat my Sun Maid Raisons from their
tiny red box.
She‘s won.
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