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Our Normal When I tell people my friend eats ranch dressing from a bowl by itself, I get these weird looks. I mean, isn’t it a normal thing? Well, for me it is. The way you eat ranch dressing is supposedly disgusting, but now it’s as normal as you pouring a glass of milk. Rather, a gallon. Remind me to talk about your milk addiction. You drink all of it. I need some to dip my Oreos in, you know, like I always do. By now you should know to keep them in your pantry it is required. I could stop by at any moment since I am always at your house . If I close my eyes, I know where everything is. It’s kind of scary. There’s wind chimes hanging on the porch, right in front of your wine red front door. Stairs lined with carpet. I’ve walked up them countless times. Turn to the right side. That’s the piano I took lessons on from your mom for four-ish years. If you take a left, Jesus waits in the living room, on top of the grandfather clock, because one day you found Christ, though not the way you’d think. His picture was just laying on top of it and your brother Jack reached up there one day for no apparent reason. And there was Jesus in a picture frame. Didn’t know where to put it so ya’ll left it there. I think I smell food. Specifically, dumplings. I really hope so. Mom barely makes them. I have the right to call her mom after ten years. Go to the kitchen. My senior picture is on the fridge next to yours. Is that a picture of us in chemistry class? It was junior year, the same time we got our driver’s licenses and drove all over town. Your blue Dodge Neon still makes that demon screech noise opening the door and it’s not okay. How am I not used to it? It’s been three whole years. But on the bright side, we’re somehow not tired of each other quite yet. You were the first there when I got broken up with the very first time And all the other moments I’ve been a huge wreck. I guess you’re staying. The years and seasons change a little too quickly but our friendship is constant. #Unreal #Poetry #Photography #Kindred #Friendship #Childhood #Youth #Memories Visit our shop and subscribe. Sponsor us. Submit and become a contributor. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter. CommentsComments are closed.
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