Impressions (for Jackson)
Dad�s old flannel shirt over grey leggings
No makeup, no glasses, messy hair
Curled up under the covers
watching �Cheers� in the dark.
Mom said first impressions are never easy.
But you went along with it.
Even though I squinted at you
like a nearsighted owl caught in daylight.
Thank you for not laughing.
Or for being out of earshot if you did.
For a while I thought I was doomed
to be always in my pjs--ready for bed
whenever you stopped by.
I wanted you to see me dressed
and looking like my normal self.
Our friendship started with confusion.
The BSU dance, my ignoring your feelings.
The missed poetry reading, the date auction.
Email has taken the place of �real talk.�
I�m suprised you stuck around.
But look what we�d have missed:
The pool game when I hit the wrong color
and was still excited �I got one in!�
The McDonald�s stop turned Wal-mart run.
You even bought me a flower.
Don�t forget the four of us
exploring the indoor track at midnight
and testing the softness of all the mats.
Hey, it wasn�t exactly �breaking and entering.�
The door was broken before we got there.
I know I haven�t been the nicest
or the most tactful person in the world.
I�m not going to make excuses.
But while we�re not boyfriend/girlfriend material,
I hope we can stay friend/friend.
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