"I'm so edgy. I spend my lunch breaks at the cemetery." I announced as I sat down. "What the hell, Liz, that's so weird." Lily’s sweet voice was low and soft as if it could mitigate the boisterous tone of mine.  “Weren’t you the one who carried rose quartz all throughout eighth grade because,” I drew quotation marks in the air, "it would bring you your soulmate.

I didn’t choose to be left behind in that month of May My bags were packed My head full of jokes I heard from Joe during recess One last check, one last glare They thought I didn’t know A ghost through the curtains is always certain His hand touched her cheek; The mark left was my dog’s enemy. Sprinted back to the car.

Olvido mi niñez, mi anhelo como el naranjal olvida los azahares que no crecen a naranja.