Jill
My friend refers to the plural moose
as “meese”.
Once, she wrapped my red school sweater around her shoulders
and ran around my driveway
proclaiming “I am Super Meese”
at the top of her lungs.
One day I locked myself out of my house,
and she brought me back to her apartment
where we colored on gossip magazines with Sharpies,
until my mother could bring me a key.
But then she moved to England.
I miss her.
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