Girls Night Poem by Loi O'Brien
Girls Night
Sad and happy sniffling snot while wrapping a gift to put
in the mail for my dear best bestie's wedding, so happy that
she is loved, but sad we will never have another missandric
night on her sofa eating red velvet cake ice cream and
watching Nora's magnum opus of Sleepless in Seattle,
both crying and carrying on about why we couldn't find our
very own Tom Hanks.
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