Tonight's Poet Corner: The Friends We Make
The Friends We Make by Belinda Roddie The friends we make could ultimately destroy us from the inside, tearing away skin to reveal bone, brittle and far from white. Or the friends we make could rebuild us from the previous wreckage, mending flesh with grafts and stickers and tattoos, even though we'll never look the same. We can share drinks and try to avoid salt along the rim. And now you and I smile along the pier, cracking jokes loudly enough to disturb the sleeping bridge, concrete stimulating our feet long enough to hold us upright before sunset. We laugh at Neptune's daughter as she holds a pelican we claim to have been named for her cinephilia (Película seemed appropriate for the discourse). We remember old songs from nearly a decade ago, songs I may or may not have written, songs you may or may not have helped me write. We slay the gas station dragon for cold brew and peanut butter and chocolate. We find adventure in the smallest of