June 23rd

To the girl who taught me to wear skirts-

You could lick your elbow
    and wore teacup hats.

I'll never learn to walk in heels like you can
    Or to knit.

Or ever manage
to find the wine glass tokens
that perfectly fit the personality of each guest.

Never staple condoms to paper plates
and call them lunch table award.

Never tease you
about wearing a bunny slipper to a bar-
            only one cause two would just be silly.

And now
I can barely keep myself
from calling your phone to hear your voice
    mail because i think I'm forgetting your voice.

I can only hear you
in the dimness of my head
echoing off the insides
until it is only softness and a smile which is left.

and now I don't know if I can say that I miss you,
        my dear Caitling.

To the woman who made me
        dance in sprinklers
        and who hated her knees
but loved her ankles-

I love you.

RIP Caitlin

I will miss you so much.