as I drag my feet through
week 2 of school my friends
race ahead
talking about how exciting
it is that we
are seniors
it is the “last time” for so
many things
and our little gang
of which I am only a
a part-time member
has so many plans
that you need
a PDA to keep up.

They have always known
to not depend on me
and maybe that’s why
I always feel like I am
on the outside looking in
even when I look like a part
of the group

Homecoming
is my nightmare
because Mel is planning
a progressive dinner
and limos and
photo shoots
to commemorate the
oh-so-important
final Homecoming
and she refuses
to let me come
alone.