No one talks like I do.
"Yuck, that's disgusting!" I exclaim
The girls laugh, amused. Delighted strangers
I realize that isn't a plausible remark when someone tells you they have been awake
Since two in the morning
But it makes sense to me.
I have a secret language.
It wasn't meant to be a secret, it's just that
No one can speak it.
Well, one can. Because we made it.
You and I. Me n' you.
I guess you're my default mode.
I'm glad you talk like I do.
I'm grad you chalk wrike I doo.