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In junior high I sat
with a group
of girls who let me
eat with them
even though I didn’t
have a bleach washed
denim skirt
or “New Kids” buttons
on my backpack
or shiny hair
that smelled of strawberries
and shimmered
like the foil pouch of the Pop-Tarts
they ate for breakfast
I asked them
one day
if they wanted
to make a lunch club
and we could
pick code names