they laced their slim wrists
outside angel's gate, san pedro
two girls
together with a hair ribbon
tied up the other loose ends
by making their beds
leaving notes writtenin cursiveconfessingthey were in love
one 13
the other 14
bffs
who knew little
about naturean eternal experiment
but heard about shakespearethey'd never read sappho
his tribute to young love's
inherent tragedy
they did not pauseor look down
into the sharp edges
of st. peter's rockthey just jumpedlike they'd been taughtin miss coburn's p.e. class
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