NADINE

dirt on both cheeks filling up with air and blowing out through instruments. you drive your little brothers to school.
your mom throws another party, takes another hit. but under your brother's arm you feel safe even though you're just getting dirty and lessening your grip, losing all meaning.
you sit outside and watch people driving by, you waved when we passed.
it was 2am. Nay-deen, always there, dirty yellow haired girl.

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