Our lives are entangled
Woven together like
The strands in my braid
One week we all meet
In the middle of summer
This one was different
With cereal jokes and
Hot tubs and hair ties
But I bet
You’re with her now
She’s in your hoodie
And you pull her in close
Something cold
Crawls out of me using
My ribs as a latter
It sprouts from my mouth
And wraps me in shrouds
So I take out my braid
For it was never meant to stay