The Coin, Tossed

We were both on the steps smoking,
cackling at people we hated
and wishing they liked us.
We had terrible boyfriends
who left us on hallway floors and thresholds
sobbing up scenes.
We got fat then skinny again.
We threw up
   got As
     thought about suicide.
What I mean is we knew this could happen:
You in the clinic of your last chances,
dialing my number over and over;
me not answering you,
though I said I always would.
Later I will save your voice
crying J, come get me, please.

Jessica Walsh

In Jessica L. Walsh's mind, she lives in Miami with her four best friends: Dorothy, Rose, Blanche, and Sofia. Her website is http://www.jessicalwalsh.com.