fit into my cheerleader outfit
that i wore
in high school,
she tells me,
jumping around
with her
frayed pom poms
from back in
the day.
dust and confetti
flying in the air.
i just found it hanging
in the closet.
okay, i tell her. prove it.
put it on,
then do a cartwheel.
a cartwheel?
she says.
yes, or a headstand.
okay, she says. maybe tonight,
when you get
home from work.
great.
i'll be home early,
i tell her.
a ponytail would be nice
too.
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