dear oliver,
               during the sleepover, after
               finally coaxing me to try a sip
               of beer and a dash of smoke,
               rose asked me,
               “if you could speak to your
               flaws, what would you say?”
{i thought
about this
for a while.}

               i hate you, i would say.

               i didn’t know why i lied
               to her. i guess i haven’t
               really warmed up to her
               yet.

quinn