One last night before
we remember what revenge is and
use it to our greatest advantage

One last night before
we recognize the fact that
our best friend’s parents found popcorn all over their roof.

One last
glorious, insane, bitter night
to wear plaid and lie and
pretend this game of hide and seek will end
(in me seeing you for
all that you are,
and not all that you’ll never be.)

One last night to
ignore the growling signs that
you are spiraling horribly out of control and
can’t help but get ridiculously angry when
your sister drops needles on the bathroom floor and
forgets to replace the last roll of toilet paper.

My dear,
utilize this one last night because
if you keep traveling in this direction,
it truly will be your last night and
your best friend won’t miss you nearly as much as you would like.

One last night to
make sure you get that nagging question off your chest because
it will all feel so much better if
you don’t recall asking it.
(I am the question and
you are the answer)

So, dear,
wait for the very last moment and
straighten the collar on your red plaid shirt
(which doesn’t really matter because
I cannot answer your questions at this time)
and crawl under the covers with your party makeup carefully washed off
so you can wake up with a fresh face and
pretend that
your happy little ending still makes an
ounce of
(I’ll settle with a D on that pop quiz
anyway because
because I haven’t been reading the textbook lately and
all those jumbled paragraphs just don’t make)
sense.
(sense.)