Facing in, stopping for intermittent laughter,
in the back of the bus we shared a drink.
Age order, now, and we know it pretty well.
This is between us:
To her, for exposing us to terrible and lovely things,
and leaving her crush for the rest of us that day.
To her, for not wanting to talk about college,
and writing that drunken anthology of loneliness.
To her, for keeping quiet her passionate annoyance,
and being the one that we always forgot about.
To him, for being the strong link; self-sacrificing,
and saying he was worse than me when I knew better.
To me, for being the youngest ever up there,
and sticking close to them when they didn't want me.